Back in the Habit

Back on his shit (Aye)
Back on the spliff
Back on the spit
Bitch, back on the dick
Risked, cash, kid
Back on his rent
Back it was bent, crashed back of the Benz
Naps, the back is the crib
Backed in the back of the Lids
Back in the habit again, asking

Where the fuck my life going?
Wishing he could wife someone, nice crib, could keep the lights on
But he
Keeps going, even though the heaps keep getting thrown
Keeps writing songs cause he knows this shit'll work out
There ain't ever been no doubt in his mind
Goes to work, keeps his head down
Studies music just to stay sound, dog I'm not fine

Life's getting lonely
Never vibes with the homies
Rides in the hooftie
Time is the only mind that I'm showing
Rhymes that I'm owning
Are the signs that I'm growing
Try stepping to me
Fine, bet I am destroying this

Back-back on his shit (Aye)
Back on the spliff
Back on the spit
Bitch, back on the dick
Risked, cash, kid
Back on his rent
Back it was bent, crashed back of the Benz
Naps, the back is the crib
Backed in the back of the Lids
Back in the habit again



Credits
Writer(s): Coleman Hodgson
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