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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Justin Bieber
Justin Bieber
Leadgesang
Daniel Caesar
Daniel Caesar
Stimme und Gesang
GIVĒON
GIVĒON
Stimme und Gesang
HARV
HARV
Tasteninstrumente
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Justin Bieber
Justin Bieber
Songwriter:in
HARV
HARV
Songwriter:in
Andrew Watt
Andrew Watt
Songwriter:in
Ashton Simmonds
Ashton Simmonds
Songwriter:in
Luis Manuel Martinez Jr.
Luis Manuel Martinez Jr.
Songwriter:in
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Songwriter:in
Felisha King
Felisha King
Songwriter:in
Keavan Yazdani
Keavan Yazdani
Songwriter:in
Aaron Simmonds
Aaron Simmonds
Songwriter:in
Giveon Dezmann Evans
Giveon Dezmann Evans
Songwriter:in
Matthew Sean Leon
Matthew Sean Leon
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
HARV
HARV
Produzent:in
shndō
shndō
Co-Produzent:in
Josh Gudwin
Josh Gudwin
Mischtechniker:in
Ryan Lytle
Ryan Lytle
Ingenieurassistent:in
Heidi Wang
Heidi Wang
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Justin Bieber
Justin Bieber
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Scooter Braun
Scooter Braun
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
USHER
USHER
Ausführende:r Produzent:in

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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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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