Peaches (feat. Dom Scott & Richie Cannata)

I get 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 say, oh, the way I breathe you in

It's the texture of your skin

I wanna wrap my arms around you, babe, and never let you go

Oh, there's nothing like your touch

It's the way you lift me up

Yeah, I'll be right here with you to the end

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 from the source, yeah

You ain't sure yet

But I'm for ya

All I can want

All I can wish for

Night's alone

That made me miss more

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

I call it torture

Remember when I couldn't hold her

Left her baggage for Rimowa

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

Got a feeling so sure hand in hand because I'm yours

I can't pretend I can't ignore you're right for me

Don't you think you wanna know just where I've been

Oh when she caught me on the counter

Don't be 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 to the end of time

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

Honey came in and she caught me red-handed

Creepin' with the girl next door

Picture this, we were both butt naked

Bangin' on the bathroom floor

I got my peaches out in Georgia

I get my weed from California

I took my chick up to the north, yeah

We even got it on camera

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

It wasn't me