Health Food

I suppose
You think I’m with you every day
You always talkin' shit like I should know
Still tryna 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 hoo
Tell me what it’s gonna be
You should take a break
See my love out late working for ya
Talkin' seven nights
Clockin' nine-to-fives
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 tryna bag, it’s okay, okay
It’s okay, yeah
I suppose
You think I moved to Alabama
That or your heart got cold like icicles
You tried to play me like 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 back, what can I do?
Nothing left to say, ayy (Ayy)
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, ayy (Ayy)
But I gotta go now
Like ooh
Wanna stay with you
There’s so much to do
But I gotta go now
But I gotta go now