I got my peaches out in Georgia (oh, that's it)
I get my swag from California (oh, that's it)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (oh, that's it)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (oh, that's it)

And I see you (oh), the way I breathe you in
It's the texture of your skin
I wanna wrap my arms around you, baby, never let you go, oh

I got my peaches out in Georgia
I get my swag from California
I took my chick up to the North, yeah
I get my light right from the source, yeah

And I see you (oh), the way I breathe you in , it's the texture of your skin
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

I got my peaches out in Georgia (oh, that's it)
I get my swag from California (oh, that's it)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (oh, that's it)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (oh, that's it)

I got my peaches out in Georgia