Peaches - Acoustic

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 (badass 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
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
And I'll be right here with you 'til the end

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 (badass 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 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 Mallorca
I hate to leave her, call it torture
Remember when I couldn't hold her
Left the baggage for Rimowa

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 (badass bitch)
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 wanna know just where I've been, oh

Done bein' distracted
The one I need is right in my arms
Your kisses taste the sweetest with mine
And I'll be right here with you 'til end

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 (badass 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 (badass bitch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (yeah, that's it)