Topsongs van Justin Bieber
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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Justin Bieber
Leadgesang
Daniel Caesar
Stimme und Gesang
GIVĒON
Stimme und Gesang
HARV
Tasteninstrumente
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Justin Bieber
Songwriter:in
HARV
Songwriter:in
Andrew Watt
Songwriter:in
Ashton Simmonds
Songwriter:in
Luis Manuel Martinez Jr.
Songwriter:in
Louis Bell
Songwriter:in
Felisha King
Songwriter:in
Keavan Yazdani
Songwriter:in
Aaron Simmonds
Songwriter:in
Giveon Dezmann Evans
Songwriter:in
Matthew Sean Leon
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
HARV
Produzent:in
shndō
Co-Produzent:in
Josh Gudwin
Mischtechniker:in
Ryan Lytle
Ingenieurassistent:in
Heidi Wang
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Colin Leonard
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Justin Bieber
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Scooter Braun
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
USHER
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Songteksten
[Chorus]
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)
[Verse 1]
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, babe, and never let you go
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
[Chorus]
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)
[Verse 2]
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 my Yorker
Hate to leave her, call it torture
Remember when I couldn't hold her
Left her baggage for Rimowa
[Chorus]
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)
[Verse 3]
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 bein' 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 till the end of time
[Chorus]
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)
[Chorus]
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)
[Chorus]
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)
[Chorus]
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)
Written by: Andrew Wotman, Ashton D. Simmonds, Bernard Alexander Harvey, Giveon D. Evans, Justin Bieber, Luis Manuel Martinez Jr., Louis Russell Bell