Peaches 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)