Force of Habit
Walk around like I'm the shit, I think it's a force of habit
All I think about is checks, I think it's a force of habit
This as good as its gon' get
(I waste no time)
When I'm fuckin' on yo bitch
(I take my time)
Don't make me do this again
(Why waste you're time?, I want to but can't make my mind up)
Yeah
Everybody way too dramatic, I live life in a comedy
Laugh my way to the bank Ha-Ha, Broke as a joke it's alright with me
I'ma be okay one day, Mood ring watch my fuckin' mood change
I don't care what dude say, He speaks with no bass
All treble, Get mixed up yuh
Never on my level, Mixed bitch tits straight out of Heavy Metal
Put a nigga in the dirt like a fuckin' shovel
Tsk tsk tsk, Yeah nigga know better that's 'cause i know myself
You in my shadow like you in stealth, You are my son got a brand new belt
Ugh, Whoop a nigga ass for my goddamn health
Walk around like I'm the shit, I think it's a force of habit
All I think about is checks, I think it's a force of habit
This as good as its gon' get
(I waste no time)
When I'm fuckin' on yo bitch
(I take my time)
Don't make me do this again
(Why waste you're time?, I want to but can't ma)
Nothing lasts forever, Keep trying
Keep trying, 'Til we run out of time
Nothing lasts forever, Keep trying keep trying
'Til we run out of time
Man I thought I told ya, Paris Texas soldiers want everything the light touches
We need that exposure, Go head fix yo camera
Go head clean them lenses, We still gonna show up despite what they told us
Realize y'all take it everywhere, But the maximum
Married to the money, Soon as I heard that y'all broke up
Ask if it need closure, But it don't want no closure
Who am I to judge her past, Plus she said it was over
Spit hotter than the solar, I can trust soul
You niggas some cobras, These world turned me cold, bruh
I should live in tundras, I want my neck froze up
Sick of y'all wait, Got the antidote, what?
R.I.P you lame fucks, Reaping what you sew
Reaper at your throat, Stitch 'em like some raw cut
Stitches like Lilo, See I had stayed alone then I had lost my hope
Then I found something, No it found me on its own
Now when I go to shows, Man sawed-off to the nose
Or land mine to the face, Choose how your mind is blown
Me and Louie fucking go, Your season is over
Your season is over, Got yo jersey hung up
Your season is over, Your season is
All I think about is checks, I think it's a force of habit
This as good as its gon' get
(I waste no time)
When I'm fuckin' on yo bitch
(I take my time)
Don't make me do this again
(Why waste you're time?, I want to but can't make my mind up)
Yeah
Everybody way too dramatic, I live life in a comedy
Laugh my way to the bank Ha-Ha, Broke as a joke it's alright with me
I'ma be okay one day, Mood ring watch my fuckin' mood change
I don't care what dude say, He speaks with no bass
All treble, Get mixed up yuh
Never on my level, Mixed bitch tits straight out of Heavy Metal
Put a nigga in the dirt like a fuckin' shovel
Tsk tsk tsk, Yeah nigga know better that's 'cause i know myself
You in my shadow like you in stealth, You are my son got a brand new belt
Ugh, Whoop a nigga ass for my goddamn health
Walk around like I'm the shit, I think it's a force of habit
All I think about is checks, I think it's a force of habit
This as good as its gon' get
(I waste no time)
When I'm fuckin' on yo bitch
(I take my time)
Don't make me do this again
(Why waste you're time?, I want to but can't ma)
Nothing lasts forever, Keep trying
Keep trying, 'Til we run out of time
Nothing lasts forever, Keep trying keep trying
'Til we run out of time
Man I thought I told ya, Paris Texas soldiers want everything the light touches
We need that exposure, Go head fix yo camera
Go head clean them lenses, We still gonna show up despite what they told us
Realize y'all take it everywhere, But the maximum
Married to the money, Soon as I heard that y'all broke up
Ask if it need closure, But it don't want no closure
Who am I to judge her past, Plus she said it was over
Spit hotter than the solar, I can trust soul
You niggas some cobras, These world turned me cold, bruh
I should live in tundras, I want my neck froze up
Sick of y'all wait, Got the antidote, what?
R.I.P you lame fucks, Reaping what you sew
Reaper at your throat, Stitch 'em like some raw cut
Stitches like Lilo, See I had stayed alone then I had lost my hope
Then I found something, No it found me on its own
Now when I go to shows, Man sawed-off to the nose
Or land mine to the face, Choose how your mind is blown
Me and Louie fucking go, Your season is over
Your season is over, Got yo jersey hung up
Your season is over, Your season is
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Writer(s): Olawale Oluwatosin Onayemi, Adrian Malik Waller
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