Peaches - Acoustic

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, oh, 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
 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
 I hate to leave her, call it torture
 Remember when I couldn't hold her
 Left the 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 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 'til 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)
 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)