Vídeo da música
Vídeo da música
Créditos
INTERPRETAÇÃO
Justin Bieber
Vocais
Daniel Caesar
Vocais
GIVĒON
Vocais
HARV
Teclados
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Justin Bieber
Composição
HARV
Composição
Andrew Watt
Composição
Ashton Simmonds
Composição
Luis Manuel Martinez Jr.
Composição
Louis Bell
Composição
Felisha King
Composição
Keavan Yazdani
Composição
Aaron Simmonds
Composição
Giveon Dezmann Evans
Composição
Matthew Sean Leon
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
HARV
Produção
shndō
Coprodução
Josh Gudwin
Engenharia (mixagem)
Ryan Lytle
Engenharia de gravação (assistente)
Heidi Wang
Engenharia de mixagem (assistente)
Colin Leonard
Engenharia (masterização)
Justin Bieber
Produção executiva
Scooter Braun
Produção executiva
USHER
Produção executiva
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

