I got my peaches out in Georgia (oh yeah, s**t)

I get my weed from California (that's that s**t)

I took my chick up to the North, yeah (bad *ss b***h)

I get my light right from the source, yeah (yeah, that's it)

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 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, s**t)

I get my weed from California (that's that s**t)

I took my chick up to the North, yeah (bad *ss b***h)

I get my light right from the source, yeah (yeah, that's it)

You ain't sure yet

But I'm for ya