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Health Food

Berhana

Band/Artist: Berhana

Album: HAN

I suppose
You think I'm with you every day
Always talking shit like I should know
Stop tryin' to bag, if 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 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'll be in the back like Hooooo

Tell me what it's gonna be
You should take a break
See my love out late
Working for you
Talkin' seven nights
Clocking 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 who I gotta be
She cook me salmon with the rice
She wanna fuck me, she so nice
Still trying to bag it's okay
Okay
It's okay

I suppose
You think I moved to Alabama
That or your heart got cold like icicles
You tried to play me like the pianos
Pianos

I suppose
I want you to myself
Your peach give me good health
I need you, need you, need you
Bad batch, I 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 (Aye)
Ayee

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 (Aye)
Ayee

But I gotta go now
Like oh
Wanna stay with you
There's so much to do
But I gotta go now
But I gotta go now