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peaches lyrics

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 , 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, yeah

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
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
(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 being 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 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
(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 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)

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