Peaches

(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)
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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