Bad Habits Songtext
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Bad Habits Songtext
It′s time to go back to square one
Stop slacking, start stacking up funds
Pack it up, 'cause the rap′s done
Au revoir, peace, see you in a piece son
I'll be back to rhyme again
See when I get a piece of the pie then
I'm back in the game and loving it
But when I get no love I feel dark vibes creep up on another tip
Must lift my spirit up before the vibes get me
Darkness falls all round my head, I see clearly now
Before it was all mad traffic
I know the problem, too many bad habits
I′ve acquired through the years a mess
Though I′ll never regret the day I flew down to Vegas
Spent my entire paycheck
And 5 bill on a belt, shit caveman caned it
I've got too many bad habits
I let loose and induce panic
Feel the booth shaking down
Play the beat, let me wreck the sound
Yeah, I′ve got too many bad habits
I let loose and induce panic
Don't test me now
Just play the beat and wreck the sound
I′m a certified specialist
I bless kicks with a rhyme 'til your record skips
Ain′t got shit on my lines while you wreck the piff
I'm moving on from that stuff I used to love it
But it's like a bad habit
Breathing that magic
Sitting round throwing cards down, cash, grab it
Then move on before I lose the pot, lose the plot
Abuse my focus, mind so hopeless
Got to push through dark vibes
To keep my mind from the plague coming down like locusts
If you ain′t good for mankind
Choke to the floor then blow this
I′m rude and disgusting
When it comes to busting a rhyme I get loose then I'm hustling
Lick shots to the general public
To get them on my vibe, I know they would love it
I′ve got too many bad habits
I let loose and induce panic
Feel the booth shaking down
Play the beat, let me wreck the sound
Yeah, I've got too many bad habits
I let loose and induce panic
Don′t test me now
Just play the beat and wreck the sound
Stop slacking, start stacking up funds
Pack it up, 'cause the rap′s done
Au revoir, peace, see you in a piece son
I'll be back to rhyme again
See when I get a piece of the pie then
I'm back in the game and loving it
But when I get no love I feel dark vibes creep up on another tip
Must lift my spirit up before the vibes get me
Darkness falls all round my head, I see clearly now
Before it was all mad traffic
I know the problem, too many bad habits
I′ve acquired through the years a mess
Though I′ll never regret the day I flew down to Vegas
Spent my entire paycheck
And 5 bill on a belt, shit caveman caned it
I've got too many bad habits
I let loose and induce panic
Feel the booth shaking down
Play the beat, let me wreck the sound
Yeah, I′ve got too many bad habits
I let loose and induce panic
Don't test me now
Just play the beat and wreck the sound
I′m a certified specialist
I bless kicks with a rhyme 'til your record skips
Ain′t got shit on my lines while you wreck the piff
I'm moving on from that stuff I used to love it
But it's like a bad habit
Breathing that magic
Sitting round throwing cards down, cash, grab it
Then move on before I lose the pot, lose the plot
Abuse my focus, mind so hopeless
Got to push through dark vibes
To keep my mind from the plague coming down like locusts
If you ain′t good for mankind
Choke to the floor then blow this
I′m rude and disgusting
When it comes to busting a rhyme I get loose then I'm hustling
Lick shots to the general public
To get them on my vibe, I know they would love it
I′ve got too many bad habits
I let loose and induce panic
Feel the booth shaking down
Play the beat, let me wreck the sound
Yeah, I've got too many bad habits
I let loose and induce panic
Don′t test me now
Just play the beat and wreck the sound
Writer(s): Max Ezekiel Sweiry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
