Habit

(Attention, you're going to listen to NHJr.)

Wake up, throw up, feel the need to shout
Feed my cat, just to shut my mouth
Cook some K haven't even bought
9 AM, I'm already out
I feel dirty and surly, it's early morning
Twenty four seven in mourning
Time for brainstorming
Headphones on, hate on my recordings

Don't think, forget, wet cigarette
Couple bets, casinò, roulette
Short break, cold sweat, brain reconnects
Studio sesh and I'm still upset
I curl up and hide in a fucking corner
Posttraumatic stress disorder
I pull back right when I should cross the border
Wake me up when I'm fucking older

Foil smoking, sunset, change my mindset
9 PM, I haven't had launch yet
Even after dinner I feel the same
(Smoke) smoke away all my fucking shame
Sometimes I feel content but I'm sad right after
You can't change the book but only the chapter
Try to say goodbye and come back even faster
Waste my life like a fucking tester
Habit



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Writer(s): Nicolò Reitano
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