InstrumentsHookI 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 1And 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, BabeAnd Never Let You Go, OhAnd I Say, Oh, There's Nothin' Like Your TouchIt’s The Way You Lift Me Up, YeahAnd I'll Be Right Here With You 'Til The EndVerse 2You Ain't Sure Yet, But I'm For Ya'All I Could Want, All I Can Wish For Nights Alone That We Miss MoreAnd Days We Save As SouvenirsThere’s No Time, I Wanna Make More TimeAnd Give You My Whole LifeI Left My Girl, I’m In My YorkerHate To Leave Her, Call It TortureRemember When I Couldn't Hold HerLeft Her Baggage For RimowaVerse 3I Get The Feeling, So I'm Sure (Sure)Hand In My Hand Because I'm YoursI Can’t, I Can't Pretend, I Can't Ignore You're Right For MeDon't Think You Wanna Know Just Where I've Been, OhDon't Be DistractedThe One I Need Is Right In My Arms (Oh)Your Kisses Taste The Sweetest With MineAnd I'll Be Right Here With You 'Til End Of TimeOutro
