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Hook
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 (In)
It's The Texture Of Your Skin I Wanna Wrap My Arms Around You, Babe
And Never Let You Go, Oh
And I Say, Oh, There's Nothin' Like Your Touch
It’s The Way You Lift Me Up, Yeah
And I'll Be Right Here With You 'Til The End
Verse 2
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 My Yorker
Hate To Leave Her, Call It Torture
Remember When I Couldn't Hold Her
Left Her Baggage For Rimowa
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 Wanna Know Just Where I've Been, Oh
Don't Be 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
Outro
