_Peaches in Georgia
You, my love phobia
Am in love, yeah that's obvious
My bad ass bitch
Am cool been a snitch
The broken pieces please Stitch
Saw you , took it from the source
Met her in California
Crazy, now I know her
I won't let go
Am your souvenir, baby draw near
Yokker, done me poker
Quit that shit, on with it
Lift you in my arms, flavour yummy yum
To the north, us both
Your touch, none as such
Am for you, all for you
Hold her, none can replace her
You are right for me
Meant just for me
That's how I feel
Rub , feel your skin
Make me breath
Nights alone, just us
Wines and bottles, just us
Am distracted
Like you, I've never had
@Justin *Bieber *peaches
©fredrick o
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