you think i'm with you every day
always talking shit like i should know
your peach give me good health
might be bad for my health
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
tell me what it feel like
she cook me salmon with the rice
still trying to bag it's okay
you think i moved to alabama
that or your heart got cold like icicles
you tried to play me like the pianos
your peach give me good health
what's there left to say?
what's there left to say?