Lyrics Berhana – Health Food

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

Ask him to get away
Even if he runs track and he’s 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 all day
Working for you
Talkin’ seven every nights
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 pianos
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 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
By you
It’s time that you
There’s so much to do
But I gotta go now
But I gotta go now