Habits
Soul Vibe Syndicate
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It's so tragic, these cold habits leave you rolling in sadness These cold habits leave you roaming with madness Your soul's damaged, all you know is the static These cold habits leave you It's a cold habit It's so tragic It's a cold habit All I know is static It's a cold habit Think you know baggage It's a cold habit No stranger to being stabbed in the back by a gold dagger Held by my own hand trying to be my own man, a cold wager Don't be a pack rat, yo, there's mold up on that packet The old adage, when in doubt, throw it out if you ain't know, you had it I'm back at it, I don't mean to play dad to you cats, but I got that big dad energy Yeah, I cleaned up my act, now hip-hop's like my child, the only meaning of that It's a fact, for my kids, I got a habit of keeping on task Roll with the hunches Heart turned cold from the punches Formerly known for that pungent smoke, leave them choked way down in the dungeon Run amok with the filthy nonsense Wake up with a guilty conscience Non-responsive, feeling rotten to the core, the devil's knocking Double down on the dose, I'm dozing, drugs are taking hold Life's a roller coaster, can't ride that shit till you're old The trials and tribulations, the scales of justice tips And that blindfolded lady man she sees you when you trip, with them It's so tragic, these cold habits leave you rolling in sadness These cold habits leave you roaming with madness Your soul's damaged, all you know is the static These cold habits leave you These cold habits You know static These cold habits It's so tragic These cold habits There's no static These cold habits Gutter life, wizard mother right, now you're scoring for a fix You'd probably burn a bridge, nothing exists except the bliss The dragon's kiss you're dragged through shit yelling back, life's a bitch Compelled to get it off your chest, the spell you're under's thick Keep right, survive straight, life ain't hard if it's all he's known So high he's out of body, mind feeling like a drone Peeling back the pineal lid, the finest hit is home In trying times, applying lines to his mind up through his nose Now the rebels yell at the top of their lungs Some fall to the knees while the grieving hold their young, dad Cursed his name, what a son of a gun Mom placed her palms together, now she's comfortably numb Go for broke, stay high or be in a hearse Run from the cops, back to the spot Knock this bitch down and steal her purse No heed, take what you need Cause them to bleed and f*ck the outcome No hit will be as good as your first one or your last one It's the It's so tragic, these cold habits leave you rolling in sadness These cold habits leave you roaming with madness Your soul's damaged, all you know is the static These cold habits leave you These cold habits man Sick of the cold habits These cold habits You see that static see that static man It's right there man Right around the corner here
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Written by: Christopher Rowan, Matthew Stewart
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