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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Justin Bieber
Justin Bieber
Vocals
Daniel Caesar
Daniel Caesar
Vocals
HARV
HARV
Keyboards
GIVĒON
GIVĒON
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Bieber
Justin Bieber
Songwriter
HARV
HARV
Songwriter
Andrew Watt
Andrew Watt
Songwriter
Ashton Simmonds
Ashton Simmonds
Songwriter
Luis Manuel Martinez Jr.
Luis Manuel Martinez Jr.
Songwriter
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Songwriter
Felisha King
Felisha King
Songwriter
Keavan Yazdan I
Keavan Yazdan I
Songwriter
Aaron Simmonds
Aaron Simmonds
Songwriter
Giveon Dezmann Evans
Giveon Dezmann Evans
Songwriter
Matthew Sean Leon
Matthew Sean Leon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
HARV
HARV
Producer
shndō
shndō
Co-Producer
Josh Gudwin
Josh Gudwin
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Lytle
Ryan Lytle
Assistant Recording Engineer
Heidi Wang
Heidi Wang
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Justin Bieber
Justin Bieber
Executive Producer
Scooter Braun
Scooter Braun
Executive Producer
USHER
USHER
Executive Producer

Lyrics

I got my peaches out in Georgia (Oh yeah, ****)
I get my **** from California (That's that ****)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Bad ****)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that's it)
And I say, oh (Oh)
The way I breathe you in (Hey)
It's the texture of your skin
I want to 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 till the end of time
I got my peaches out in Georgia (Oh yeah, ****)
I get my **** from California (That's that ****)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Bad ****)
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 can 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, ****)
I get my **** from California (That's that ****)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Bad ****)
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 want to know just where I've been, no
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, ****)
I get my **** from California (That's that ****)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Bad ****)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that's it)
I got my peaches out in Georgia (Oh yeah, ****)
I get my **** from California (That's that ****)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Bad ****)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that's it)
I got my peaches out in Georgia (Oh yeah, ****)
I get my **** from California (That's that ****)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Bad ****)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that's it)
I got my peaches out in Georgia (Oh yeah, ****)
I get my **** from California (That's that ****)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Bad ****)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that's it)
Written by: Andrew Wotman, Ashton D. Simmonds, Bernard Alexander Harvey, Giveon D. Evans, Justin Bieber, Luis Manuel Martinez Jr., Louis Russell Bell
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