Peaches
I got my peaches out in Georgia (yeah that shit)
I get my weed from California (it ain't big)
I took my girl up to the North, yeah (that's my chick)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (yeah, that's it)
And I see you, 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 there's nothing like your touch
It's the way you lift me up, yeah
And I'll be right here 'til the end of time
I got my peaches out in Georgia (yeah that shit)
I get my weed from California (it ain't big)
I took my girl up to the North, yeah (that's my chick)
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, yeah
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 her baggage for Rimowa
I got my peaches out in Georgia (yeah that shit)
I get my weed from California (it ain't big)
I took my girl up to the North, yeah (that's my chick)
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
I'm done being distracted
The one I need is right in my arms
Your kisses taste the sweetest with mine (with mine)
And I'll be right here with you 'til end of time
I got my peaches out in Georgia (yeah that shit)
I get my weed from California (it ain't big)
I took my girl up to the North, yeah (that's my chick)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (yeah, that's it)
I got my peaches out in Georgia (yeah that shit)
I get my weed from California (it ain't big)
I took my girl up to the North, yeah (that's my chick)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (yeah, that's it)
I got my peaches out in Georgia (yeah that shit)
I get my weed from California (it ain't big)
I took my girl up to the North, yeah (that's my chick)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (yeah, that's it)
I got my peaches out in Georgia (yeah that shit)
I get my weed from California (it ain't big)
I took my girl up to the North, yeah (that's my chick)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (yeah, that's it)
I get my weed from California (it ain't big)
I took my girl up to the North, yeah (that's my chick)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (yeah, that's it)
And I see you, 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 there's nothing like your touch
It's the way you lift me up, yeah
And I'll be right here 'til the end of time
I got my peaches out in Georgia (yeah that shit)
I get my weed from California (it ain't big)
I took my girl up to the North, yeah (that's my chick)
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, yeah
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 her baggage for Rimowa
I got my peaches out in Georgia (yeah that shit)
I get my weed from California (it ain't big)
I took my girl up to the North, yeah (that's my chick)
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
I'm done being distracted
The one I need is right in my arms
Your kisses taste the sweetest with mine (with mine)
And I'll be right here with you 'til end of time
I got my peaches out in Georgia (yeah that shit)
I get my weed from California (it ain't big)
I took my girl up to the North, yeah (that's my chick)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (yeah, that's it)
I got my peaches out in Georgia (yeah that shit)
I get my weed from California (it ain't big)
I took my girl up to the North, yeah (that's my chick)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (yeah, that's it)
I got my peaches out in Georgia (yeah that shit)
I get my weed from California (it ain't big)
I took my girl up to the North, yeah (that's my chick)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (yeah, that's it)
I got my peaches out in Georgia (yeah that shit)
I get my weed from California (it ain't big)
I took my girl up to the North, yeah (that's my chick)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (yeah, that's it)
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Writer(s): Justin Bieber
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