(Chorus) -4 -4 -4 -4 -4 -4 4 5 4 (-3", 4, 4) I got my peaches out in Georgia (oh, yeah, shit) -4 -4 -4 -4 -4 -4 4 5 4 (-3" 4 4) I get my weed from California (that's that shit) 6 -5 5 -4 -4 -4 4 5, -4 (4 4 4) I took my chick up to the North, yeah (badass bitch) 6 -5 5 -4 -4 -4 4 5, -4 (4, 4 4) I get my light right from the source, yeah (yeah, that's it)
4 -4 5 5 (6 -4 5), 4 -5 5 -4 4 4 5 -4 (-4), -4 -4 5 -4 4 -3 4 -3 -3" And I see you (oh), the way I breathe you in (in), it's the texture of your skin 4 4 4 -4 5 -4 4 -4 5, -4 4, -4 5 -4 4 -3, -3" 3 I wanna wrap my arms around you, baby, never let you go, oh 4 -4 5, 5, 4 -5 5 -4 4 -4 -4 And I say, oh, there's nothing like your touch 4 -4 5 6 -4 4 4 -4 -4, -3" It's the way you lift me up, yeah 4 4 -4 -5 5 -4 4 -3" 4 -4 And I'll be right here with you 'til the end
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