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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizePeaches (Tiny Desk Version)
I get my peaches out in Georgia, ooh, yeah, shitI get my weed from California, that's that shitI took my chick up to the North, yeah, badass bitchI get my light right from the source, yeah, yeah that's itAnd I see you, the way I breathe you inIt's the texture of your skinI wanna wrap my arms around you, babyNever let you go (Oh)And I see youThere's nothing like your touchIt's the way you lift me upAnd I'll be right here with you 'til the endI get my peaches out in Georgia, ooh, yeah, shitI get my weed from California, that's that shitI took my chick up to the North, yeah, badass bitchI get my light right from the source, yeah, yeah that's itI get my peaches out in Georgia, ooh, yeah, shitI get my weed from California, that's that shitI took my chick up to the North, yeah, badass bitchI get my light right from the source, yeah, yeah that's itAnd I see you, the way I breathe you inIt's the texture of your skinI wanna wrap my arms around you, babyNever let you go, ohAnd I see youThere's nothing like your touchIt's the way you lift me upAnd I'll be right here with you 'til the endI get my peaches out in Georgia, ooh, yeah, shitI get my weed from California, that's that shitI took my chick up to the North, yeah, badass bitchI get my light right from the source, yeah, yeah that's itI get my peaches out in Georgia, ooh, yeah, shitI get my weed from California, that's that shitI took my chick up to the North, yeah, badass bitchI get my light right from the source, yeah, yeah that's itI get the feeling so I'm sure
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