Peaches (JURIA & CHISA Solo)

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

Ooh, I say oh
It's 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
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

I got my peaches out in Georgia, oh, yeah shit
I like the trees in California, that's that shit
I took my man up to the North, I'm a badass bitch
I get my light right from the source
Yeah, yeah

Ooh, you ain't sure yet
But I'm for ya
All I could want, all I can wish for
Nights alone that we miss more
And days we save as souvenirs
There's no time, I wanna make more time
And give you my whole life
I left my boy, I'm in Mallorca
Hate to leave it, call it torture
Remember when I couldn't hold ya, ooh
Left your baggage for Rimowa

Yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I got my peaches out in Georgia, oh, yeah shit
I like the trees in California, that's that shit
I took my man up to the North, I'm a badass bitch
I get my light right from the source
Yeah, yeah

I get the feeling, so I'm sure
Hand in hand, because I'm yours
I can't, I can't pretend, I can't ignore, you're right for me
Don't think you wanna know just where I've been, oh
Done being distracted
The one I need is right in my arms
Your kisses taste the sweetest with mine
And I'll be right here with you till the end of time

I got my peaches out in Georgia, oh, yeah shit
I like the trees in California, that's that shit (California)
I took my man up to the North, I'm a badass bitch (badass bitch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah yeah

I got my peaches out in Georgia, oh, yeah shit
I like the trees in California, that's that shit
I took my man up to the North, I'm a badass bitch (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I get my light right from the source, yeah yeah

I got my peaches out in Georgia
I like the trees in California
I got my peaches out in Georgia
I like the trees in California, yeah
Oh, I wanna wrap my arms around you, baby, never let you go