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But I'm still dishwater blonde
And I can't keep my white trash off the lawn
New money, old habits
Loveseat in the plastic
Steak fingers in
Somethin' like a bad habit, we ain't have it, we gon' take it
Came up off a fifty slab, now my bag big as yappers
Workers beggin' me for time off, askin' me
things too personal
But you made shit personal
Talkin' 'bout my bad habits
Man, fuck my bad habits
Don't act like you got none
You can run, you can run
and weather
Boston's upper zones
Are changing all their habits
And I hear the Cohns
Are taking up the Cabots
Taximen take dimes
And never curse
blood, you're just
gonna be a plain old coal miner as long as you live." He went on to say, "It's a habit
sorta like chewin' tobaccer."
Come
just like me
And I may not know
What its like
To lose your job
Cause a habit's got you gripped too tight
And I may not know
How it feels
No one to show me the signs.
I'm just a creature of habit
In a complicated world.
Nowhere to run to.
Nowhere to hide, to hide, to hide, to hide....
She's an angel and I ain't
Lord knows she deserves a saint
And it don't take a genius to see
Her only bad habit is me
Why she know me I don't
the habit possession in the flesh
Loves made-up melancholy kicking the habit
Trip back and unleash all anger emerging from the waterfall
Fork horse rear
all I want is the moon upon a stick
Just to see what if
Just to see what is
I can't kick your habit
Just to fill your fast ballooning head
Listen
flex
Flyin' down the aisle, blowin' loud, flex
I got a bad habit with bad habits
Beat the pussy up, stab at it
Divin' in like I'm mad at it
Secured
we can't kick the habit of being dramatic
It's almost becoming a sickness
Sometimes I don't think I deserve you
So I say some fucked up shit just
all I want is the moon upon a stick
Just to see what if
Just to see what is
I can't kick your habit
Just to fill your fast ballooning head
Listen
jewels, I want your drugs
Don't want your money, want your love
I admit that my habit's expensive
And you may find it, quite offensive
But I won't die
I'm not a rapper, I'm a singer with a flow
I've got a habit of spitting
Quicker lyrics you know
You found me ripping the writtens
Out
got to know
Give me the truth who is running my show
Tell them I`m sorry but I just had to go
My patience ran out
I gotta run
Out of a habit that
deals in habits, deals in pain
I run away, but I'm back again
Chase the rabbit, fetch the stick
She rolls me over 'til I'm sick
She deals in habits
got to know
Give me the truth who is running my show
Tell them I'm sorry but I just had to go
My patience ran out
I gotta run
Out of a habit that
hit me when them niggas play the Lakers, bitch
We don't do no postin' or no name taggin'
California blow, she got a 'caine habit
I don't want
can't turn back now
I put one foot in front of the other
And lately I've been going my own way
I guess these old habits die hard
And lately I've
the habits we all have slowly creepin' up
We all gotta die from somethin'
Livin' kills you, life is tough
But I can't quit 'cause I can't quit enough
of the Holy Ghost
Shadow of the New Praetorian
Tipping cows in fields Elysian
Saturnalia for all you have
The seven habits of the highly infected calve
your weed habit plus my weed habit and your weed habit
For free givin' we livin' with a weed daddy
Two kids
Mix that Boosie with that boom-bap
You
of the Holy Ghost
Shadow of the New Praetorian
Tipping cows in fields Elysian
Saturnalia for all you have
The seven habits of the highly infected calve
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