I got my peaches out in Georgia (oh, yeah, shit)
I get my weed from California (that's that shit)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (bad-ass bitch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (yeah, that’s it)

And I see you (oh)
The way I breathe you in (in)
It's the texture of your skin
I wanna wrap my arms around you, baby
Never let you go, oh
And I say, oh
There's nothing like your touch
It’s the way you lift me up
Yeah, and I'll be right here with you till the end of time

I got my peaches out in Georgia (oh, yeah, shit)
I get my weed from California (that's that shit)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (bad-ass bitch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (yeah, that's it)

You ain't sure yet, but I'm for ya
All I could want, all I could wish for
Nights alone that we miss more
And days we save as souvenirs
There's no time, I wanna make more time
And give you my whole life
I left my girl, I'm in my Yorker
Hate to leave her, call it torture
Remember when I couldn't hold her
Left the baggage for a mover

I got my peaches out in Georgia (oh, yeah, shit)
I get my weed from California (that's that shit)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (bad-ass bitch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (yeah, that’s it)

I get the feeling, so I'm sure (sure)
Hand in my hand because I'm yours (I can't)
I can't pretend, I can't ignore, you're right for me
Don't think you wanna know just where I've been, ohh
Done bein' distracted
The one I need is right in my arms (oh)
Your kisses taste the sweetest with mine
And I'll be right here with you till the end of time

I got my peaches out in Georgia (oh, yeah, shit)
I get my weed from California (that's that shit)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (bad-ass bitch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (yeah, that's it)
I got my peaches out in Georgia (oh, yeah, shit)
I get my weed from California (that's that shit)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (bad-ass bitch)
(I get my light right from the source, yeah, yeah, that's it)

I got my peaches out in Georgia (oh, yeah, shit)
I get my weed from California (that's that shit)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (bad-ass bitch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (yeah, that's it)
I got my peaches out in Georgia (oh, yeah, shit)
I get my weed from California (that's that shit)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (bad-ass bitch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (yeah, that's it)

Composição: Justin Bieber / Daniel Caesar / GIVĒON / Louis Bell / Shndō / Felisha King / HARV / Watt

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