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