Health Food - Berhana

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