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...Learn More