berhana – Health Food lyrics

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 Get away Even if he runs track and he's faster than me I be in the back like (Ooooooh) Tell me what it's gonna be You should take a break See my love all day Working for you Talk us every night I can 9 to 5 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 I suppose You think I'll move to Alabama That or your heart got cold like icicle You try to play me like the piano 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 in hell I breathe you, breathe you, breathe you I want you bad Need you, want you What's there left to say? I need you back, what can I do? Nothing left to say (ay) Aaaaay I want you bad Need you, want you What's there left to say? I need you back, what can I do? Nothing left to say (ay) Aaaaay But I gotta go By you It's time that you There's so much to do But I gotta go But I gotta go Explain Request ×

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