Peaches

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

Oh, the way I breathe you in
It's the texture of your skin
Wanna wrap my arms around you, baby, never let you go
And oh, there's nothing like your touch
It's the way you lift me up
And I'll be right here with you till 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

Oh, the way I breathe you in
It's the texture of your skin
Wanna wrap my arms around you, baby, never let you go
And oh, there's nothing like your touch
It's the way you lift me up
And I'll be right here with you till the end