Lyrics
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
Can't seem to get away
Even if you run track and you 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 out late, working for you
Talk is every night
I can nine to five
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 (yeah)
I suppose
You think I'll move to Alabama
That or your heart got cold like icicle
You try to play me like pianist (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 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-ay, ay
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-ay, ay
But I gotta
By you
It's time that you
There's so much to do
But I gotta go now
But I gotta go now
WRITERS
Amain Berhane, David Brian Pimentel, Daniel James Mckinnon
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, Ultra Tunes, TuneCore Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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LyricIQ Analysis
Top Emotion
Sadness
Sentiment
Theme
Sexual
