I got my peaches out in Georgia I get my weed from California I took my chick up to the North, yeah I get my light right from the source, yeah And I say, oh The way I breathe you in 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 And I'll be right here with you till the end I got my peaches out in Georgia I get my weed from California I took my chick up to the North, yeah I get my light right from the source, yeah You ain't sure yet But I'm for ya And all I could want And all I could 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, call me over I got my peaches out in Georgia I get my weed from California I took my chick up to the North, yeah I get my light right from the source, yeah