Peaches

Lyrics: Andrew Watt Music: Louis Bell/Ashton Simmonds/Luis Manuel Martinez Jr./Felisha King/Bernard Harvey/Giveon Evans/Matthew Sean Leon/Keavan Yazdani/Aaron Simmonds/Andrew Woman 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 yo (Yo), the way I breathe you in (In) And the texture of your skin I wanna wrap my arms around you, baby 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 ’til the 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) And I say oh (Oh), the way I breathe you in (In) And the texture of your skin I wanna wrap my arms around you, baby Never let you go, oh You ain't sure yet. But I'm for ya All I can want, all I can wish for Nights alone that we miss more And days we savin’ 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 I Hate to leave her, call it torture Remember when I couldn’t hold her I Left her baggage for a mover 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 say oh (Oh), is the way I breathe you in (In) And the texture of your skin And I’ll be right here with you ’til the end up time（oh） See my days are cold without you But I'm hurtin while i'm with you And though my heart can't take no more I keep on running back to you See my days are cold without you But I'm hurtin while i'm with you And though my heart can't take no more I keep on running back to you It’s no matter how I think we grow You always seem to let me know It ain't working (It ain't working,), it ain't working (It ain't working,) When I try to walk away You'd hurt yourself to make me stay This is crazy This is crazy It’s the way you hold me hold me hold me hold me hold me Feels so holy holy holy holy holy I got my peaches out in Georgia（It’s the way you hold me hold me hold me hold me hold me） I get my weed from California I took my chick up to the North, yeah（Feels so holy holy holy holy holy） I get my light right from the source, yeah