Video musical
Video musical
Créditos
Artistas intérpretes
Justin Bieber
Voces
Daniel Caesar
Voces
GIVĒON
Voces
HARV
Teclados
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Justin Bieber
Autoría
HARV
Autoría
Andrew Watt
Autoría
Ashton Simmonds
Autoría
Luis Manuel Martinez Jr.
Autoría
Louis Bell
Autoría
Felisha King
Autoría
Keavan Yazdani
Autoría
Aaron Simmonds
Autoría
Giveon Dezmann Evans
Autoría
Matthew Sean Leon
Autoría
Producción e ingeniería
HARV
Producción
shndō
Coproducción
Josh Gudwin
Ingeniería de mezcla
Ryan Lytle
Asistente de ingeniería de grabación
Heidi Wang
Asistente de ingeniería de mezcla
Colin Leonard
Masterización
Justin Bieber
Producción ejecutiva
Scooter Braun
Producción ejecutiva
USHER
Producción ejecutiva
Letra
[Chorus]
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)
[Verse 1]
And I say, oh (Oh)
The way I breathe you in (Hey)
It's the texture of your skin
I want to wrap my arms around you, babe, and never let you go
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
[Chorus]
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)
[Verse 2]
You ain't sure yet
But I'm for ya
All I can 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
Hate to leave her, call it torture
Remember when I couldn't hold her
Left her baggage for Rimowa
[Chorus]
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)
[Verse 3]
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 want to know just where I've been, no
Done bein' distracted
The one I need is right in my arms (Oh)
Your kisses taste the sweetest with mine
And I'll be right here with you till the end of time
[Chorus]
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)
[Chorus]
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)
[Chorus]
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)
[Chorus]
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)
Written by: Andrew Wotman, Ashton D. Simmonds, Bernard Alexander Harvey, Giveon D. Evans, Justin Bieber, Luis Manuel Martinez Jr., Louis Russell Bell

