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Health FoodI supposeYou 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 |