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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Justin Bieber
Voix principales
Daniel Caesar
Chant
GIVĒON
Chant
HARV
Claviers
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Justin Bieber
Paroles/Composition
HARV
Paroles/Composition
Andrew Watt
Paroles/Composition
Ashton Simmonds
Paroles/Composition
Luis Manuel Martinez Jr.
Paroles/Composition
Louis Bell
Paroles/Composition
Felisha King
Paroles/Composition
Keavan Yazdani
Paroles/Composition
Aaron Simmonds
Paroles/Composition
Giveon Dezmann Evans
Paroles/Composition
Matthew Sean Leon
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
HARV
Production
shndō
Co‑production
Josh Gudwin
Ingénierie de mixage
Ryan Lytle
Assistance d’ingénierie
Heidi Wang
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Colin Leonard
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Justin Bieber
Production déléguée
Scooter Braun
Production déléguée
USHER
Production déléguée
Paroles
[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