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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Justin Bieber
Vocals
Daniel Caesar
Vocals
HARV
Keyboards
GIVĒON
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Bieber
Songwriter
HARV
Songwriter
Andrew Watt
Songwriter
Ashton Simmonds
Songwriter
Luis Manuel Martinez Jr.
Songwriter
Louis Bell
Songwriter
Felisha King
Songwriter
Keavan Yazdan I
Songwriter
Aaron Simmonds
Songwriter
Giveon Dezmann Evans
Songwriter
Matthew Sean Leon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
HARV
Producer
shndō
Co-Producer
Josh Gudwin
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Lytle
Assistant Recording Engineer
Heidi Wang
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Justin Bieber
Executive Producer
Scooter Braun
Executive Producer
USHER
Executive Producer
Lyrics
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 see you (oh), the way I breathe you in (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 'til the end"
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)
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 girl, I'm in Mallorca
Hate to leave her, call it torture
Remember when I couldn't hold her
Left her baggage for Rimowa
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)
I get the feeling, so I'm sure (sure)
Hand in my 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 (oh)
Your kisses taste the sweetest, with mine
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)
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)
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)
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)
Writer(s): Matthew Sean Leon, Andrew Wotman, Louis Russell Bell, Giveon Evans, Bernard Alexander Harvey, Aaron St Clair Burnett Simmonds, Felisha Tashira King, Luis Manuel Jr Martinez, Justin Bieber, Keavan Yazdani, Ashton D Simmonds
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