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Peaches (feat. Daniel Caesar & GIVĒON)

Justin Bieber

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Justin Bieber
Justin Bieber
Lead Vocals
GIVĒON
GIVĒON
Vocals
HARV
HARV
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Bieber
Justin Bieber
Songwriter
HARV
HARV
Songwriter
Andrew Watt
Andrew Watt
Songwriter
Ashton Simmonds
Ashton Simmonds
Songwriter
Luis Manuel Martinez Jr.
Luis Manuel Martinez Jr.
Songwriter
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Songwriter
Felisha King
Felisha King
Songwriter
Keavan Yazdani
Keavan Yazdani
Songwriter
Aaron Simmonds
Aaron Simmonds
Songwriter
Giveon Evans
Giveon Evans
Songwriter
Matthew Sean Leon
Matthew Sean Leon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
HARV
HARV
Producer
Shndō
Shndō
Co-Producer
Josh Gudwin
Josh Gudwin
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Lytle
Ryan Lytle
Assistant Engineer
Heidi Wang
Heidi Wang
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Justin Bieber
Justin Bieber
Executive Producer
Scott "Scooter" Braun
Scott "Scooter" Braun
Executive Producer
USHER
USHER
Executive Producer

Lyrics

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) And I see you (oh), the way I breathe you in (in), it's the texture of your skin I wanna wrap my arms around you, baby, never let you go, oh 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 'til the end 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) You ain't sure yet, but I'm for ya All I could 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 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) 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 wanna know just where I've been, oh Done being 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 'til end of time 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) 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) 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) 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)
Writer(s): Matthew Sean Leon, Andrew Wotman, Louis Russell Bell, Giveon Evans, Bernard Alexander Harvey, Aaron St Clair Burnett Simmonds, Felisha Tashira King, Luis Manuel Jr Martinez, Justin Bieber, Keavan Yazdani, Ashton D Simmonds Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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