Album Cover Health Food

Health Food

Berhana

6

I suppose

Think I'm with you every day

Always talking shit

Like I should know

Stop tryin' to laugh that's okay

I suppose

I want you to myself

Your peach give me good health

I need you, need you, need you

Bad batch I'll bite the belt

PCP on my shelf

Might be bad for my health

I need you, need you, need you

Can't seem to get away

Even if you run track and you faster than me

I be in the back like (ooh)

Tell me what it's gonna be

You should take a break

See my love out late, working for you

Talk is every night

I can nine to five

Tell me what it feel like, feel like, feel like

I can make it feel good, feel good, yeah

Tell me what I gotta say

Tell me what I gotta be

She cooked me salmon with the rice

She wanna fuck me, she so nice

Stop trying to bag us, okay

Okay, it's okay (yeah)

I suppose

You think I'll move to Alabama

That or your heart got cold like icicle

You try to play me like pianist (piano)

I suppose

I want you to myself

Your peach give me good health

I need you, need you, need you

Bad batch I'll bite the belt

PCP on my shelf

My pump when I inhale

I breathe you, breathe you, breathe you

I want you bad

Need you, want you

What's there left to say?

I need you bad, what can I do?

Nothing left to say-ay, ay

I want you bad

Need you, want you

What's there left to say?

I need you bad, what can I do?

Nothing left to say-ay, ay

But I gotta

By you

It's time that you

There's so much to do

But I gotta go now

But I gotta go now