I got my peaches out in Georgia (Oh, yeah, s**t)
I get my weed from California (That's that s**t)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Bad a**, b**ch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that's it)
And I say: „oh“ (Oh)
The way I breathe you in (In)
It's the texture of your skin
I want to wrap my arms around you, babe, and never let you go
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
I got my peaches out in Georgia (Oh, yeah, s**t)
I get my weed from California (That's that s**t)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Bad a**, b**ch)
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 can want
All I can 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 her baggage for a mover
I got my peaches out in Georgia (Oh, yeah, s**t)
I get my weed from California (That's that s**t)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Bad a**, b**ch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that's it)
I get the feeling so I'm 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 want to know just where I've been, no
Don't be distracted
The one I need is right in my arms
Your kisses taste the sweetest with mine
And I'll be right here with ya till the end of time
I got my peaches out in Georgia (Oh, yeah, s**t)
I get my weed from California (That's that s**t)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Bad a**, b**ch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that's it)
I got my peaches out in Georgia (Oh, yeah, s**t)
I get my weed from California (That's that s**t)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Bad a**, b**ch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that's it)
I got my peaches out in Georgia (Oh, yeah, s**t)
I get my weed from California (That's that s**t)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Bad a**, b**ch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that's it)
I got my peaches out in Georgia (Oh, yeah, s**t)
I get my weed from California (That's that s**t)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Bad a**, b**ch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that's it) |
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