Peaches

I got my peaches out in Georgia
I get my weed from California
I took my chick up to the North, yeah
I get my light right from the source, yeah

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

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

You ain't sure yet, but I'm for ya
All I could want, all I could wish for
Night alone that we miss more
Your last souvenirs
There's no time, I wanna make more time
Give you my whole life

I left my girl out in Mallorca, ooh-ooh
I hate to leave her, call it torture
Remember when I couldn't hold her
I left her baggage for Rimowa, ooh-ooh

I got my peaches out in Georgia
I get my weed from California
I took my chick up to the North, yeah
I get my light right from the source, yeah

I got my peaches out in Georgia
I get my weed from California
I took my chick up to the North, yeah
I get my light right from the source, yeah

I got my peaches out in Georgia
I get my weed from California
I took my chick up to the North, yeah
I get my light right from the source, yeah, ah-aah

I got my peaches out in Georgia
I get my weed from California
I took my chick up to the North, yeah
I get my light right from the source, yeah

I left my girl, I'm in Mallorca
And I left her baggage for Rimowa