Habit
(Learned you like a habit from the very kiss)
(Hooked me like an addict on the very first hit)
Learned you like a habit from the very kiss
Hooked me like an addict on the very first hit
I was quiet now, now ya' can't calm this
I was used to skimp, now I love 'em real thick
Cashmere ain't softer than ya' dark lips
Smelling the smoke from mountain garden
Tell me if the money, honey, ever worth it
Did the fancy gift leave you just breathless?
Breathless, I am again
Like jeans, ripped from the hem
Holding on to a thread
Bending, twisting, with limbs
Breathless, I am again
These jeans ripped from the hem
Holding on to a thread
Bending, twisting, with limbs
Fifty thousand feet more than Boeing jets get
I could match ya' high, are ya' taking bookings?
Why you got this wall, what ya protecting?
No one out to get ya' but ya' moving Spykid
All that dirty dancing got you off logic
Record all you want but the camera lifeless
Tell me is the money honey ever worth it?
All that plenty running, do it leave ya' breathless?
Breathless, I am again
Like jeans, ripped from the hem
Holding on to a thread
Bending, twisting, with limbs
Breathless, I am again
These jeans ripped from the hem
Holding on to a thread
Bending, twisting, with limbs
(Hooked me like an addict on the very first hit)
Learned you like a habit from the very kiss
Hooked me like an addict on the very first hit
I was quiet now, now ya' can't calm this
I was used to skimp, now I love 'em real thick
Cashmere ain't softer than ya' dark lips
Smelling the smoke from mountain garden
Tell me if the money, honey, ever worth it
Did the fancy gift leave you just breathless?
Breathless, I am again
Like jeans, ripped from the hem
Holding on to a thread
Bending, twisting, with limbs
Breathless, I am again
These jeans ripped from the hem
Holding on to a thread
Bending, twisting, with limbs
Fifty thousand feet more than Boeing jets get
I could match ya' high, are ya' taking bookings?
Why you got this wall, what ya protecting?
No one out to get ya' but ya' moving Spykid
All that dirty dancing got you off logic
Record all you want but the camera lifeless
Tell me is the money honey ever worth it?
All that plenty running, do it leave ya' breathless?
Breathless, I am again
Like jeans, ripped from the hem
Holding on to a thread
Bending, twisting, with limbs
Breathless, I am again
These jeans ripped from the hem
Holding on to a thread
Bending, twisting, with limbs
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Writer(s): Dylan Wiggins, Ronald Peabody
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