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 (bad-ass 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 (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
Till the 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 (bad-ass 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 could 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 the baggage for a mover
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 (bad-ass bitch)
I get my light right from the source
Yeah (yeah, that's it)
I get the feeling, so I'm sure
(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, ohh
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
Till the 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 (bad-ass bitch)
I get my light right from the source
Yeah (yeah, that's it)