Bad Habits (2023)
It's so
Creepin' through the calles
Two thousand twenty three
Just another day of living
Just another older me
Sipping drinking thinking
Bout the bullshit I've been through
All these years with all these habits
Started out with bud and brew
But the shit gets deeper
Cuz my habit is the gang
In the barrio with the homies
Striking up my fucking name
I got a lot of deadly habits
Sickened souls up in the mist
I admit I am an addict
Number one on karma's list
Tapping hynas from the back
A habit that I never broke
And I probly never will
Because that's just what helps me cope
I couldn't say there ain't no love
Cuz even that becomes a habit
So addictive like a drug
Searching for a little magic
Gotta get me a fix
So which habit do I choose?
How bout all of thee above
Fuck the world I'll never lose
I'm still fuckin with these oldies
They're the center to my truth
That I'm uh muthafuckin' sinner
Trying to find some inner youth
It's so hard
To break a habit
It's so hard
To break a habit
Girl I miss
Calling you on the phone
It's so hard when will it end?
I don't even think we spin
In the center of the universe
I'm slipping up again
If my past became a habit
Then my past is just a dose
Trying to up it every time
I'm the one who does the most
Living savage in these lands
Of wasted time and desolation
Wasted days and wasted nights
I'm drowning out eliminating
Any hope I ever had
Now all I wanna do is laugh
But ain't a damn thing funny
On a self-destructive path
World of habits life of madness
Downing 40's getting stoned
Nobody wants to go and have it
Ending up so all alone
I got the white I got the black
I got the crack I got the green
I got the clear I got the beer
I got them liquor bottles lean
Mixed with pills for the thrills
So if I never wake up
I'll be a walking nightmare
Never bound to give a fuck
I'm the voice of the underground
The soul of wicked streets
Barrio spirits in my lyrics
Gangsta shit for gangsta beats
Governments fall
I'm still standing tall
I strike I strike
I strike my name up on the wall
Governments fall
I'm still standing tall
I strike
I strike I strike my name up on the wall
Creepin' through the calles
Two thousand twenty three
Just another day of living
Just another older me
Sipping drinking thinking
Bout the bullshit I've been through
All these years with all these habits
Started out with bud and brew
But the shit gets deeper
Cuz my habit is the gang
In the barrio with the homies
Striking up my fucking name
I got a lot of deadly habits
Sickened souls up in the mist
I admit I am an addict
Number one on karma's list
Tapping hynas from the back
A habit that I never broke
And I probly never will
Because that's just what helps me cope
I couldn't say there ain't no love
Cuz even that becomes a habit
So addictive like a drug
Searching for a little magic
Gotta get me a fix
So which habit do I choose?
How bout all of thee above
Fuck the world I'll never lose
I'm still fuckin with these oldies
They're the center to my truth
That I'm uh muthafuckin' sinner
Trying to find some inner youth
It's so hard
To break a habit
It's so hard
To break a habit
Girl I miss
Calling you on the phone
It's so hard when will it end?
I don't even think we spin
In the center of the universe
I'm slipping up again
If my past became a habit
Then my past is just a dose
Trying to up it every time
I'm the one who does the most
Living savage in these lands
Of wasted time and desolation
Wasted days and wasted nights
I'm drowning out eliminating
Any hope I ever had
Now all I wanna do is laugh
But ain't a damn thing funny
On a self-destructive path
World of habits life of madness
Downing 40's getting stoned
Nobody wants to go and have it
Ending up so all alone
I got the white I got the black
I got the crack I got the green
I got the clear I got the beer
I got them liquor bottles lean
Mixed with pills for the thrills
So if I never wake up
I'll be a walking nightmare
Never bound to give a fuck
I'm the voice of the underground
The soul of wicked streets
Barrio spirits in my lyrics
Gangsta shit for gangsta beats
Governments fall
I'm still standing tall
I strike I strike
I strike my name up on the wall
Governments fall
I'm still standing tall
I strike
I strike I strike my name up on the wall
Credits
Writer(s): Francisco Dutchover
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