Bad Habits (feat. Charlie Drowned)
(I've been tryna, I've been tryna grow)
I've been tryna grow, and find myself a flow
No one really know, what I've been through with the bros
I don't care about a ho', switch it up and let it go
Bitches grip 'em by the throat, listen up to what I wrote
Ay, my pills asking where I've been, I've been with my pen
Thinking 'bout the time I spent, high on heroin and meth
The ward is where I went, all this promaz got me sent
And all my money went into a bag of sediment, ah shit
Ay, sober makes me itch, I just wanna fix, mental state is going skitz
Young boy, jammin' suicide boys
When I come down, small things making me annoyed
I got paranoia, yeah I'm paranoid
Now pass me the joystick, I'm floyd
I give out them hits, but I take em and enjoy it, yeah
Keeping bad habits, I've been keeping at it
Past 2 years i've been going addict
Stick it on my tongue, now my mind's lappin'
Had 4 homies die, but I'm still trappin'
Seeing patterns, turn my mind to grey matter
Ain't it fascinating how my mind keeps creating situations
Where I'm gone and ain't fucking relapsing
But I guess that's how it happens, fucking with them bath salts
Got my mind looping, paranoid, I'm losing it
Committed to hallucinogens, I've been down I'm losing friends
Fucking up until my death, drowning, feel like Charlie D
These g's they keep on calling me, no cappin'
I've been capping with my eyes, rolling back
And you ain't never seen a motherfucker [?]
I've been tryna grow, and find myself a flow
No one really know, what I've been through with the bros
I don't care about a ho', switch it up and let it go
Bitches grip 'em by the throat, listen up to what I wrote
Ay, my pills asking where I've been, I've been with my pen
Thinking 'bout the time I spent, high on heroin and meth
The ward is where I went, all this promaz got me sent
And all my money went into a bag of sediment, ah shit
Ay, sober makes me itch, I just wanna fix, mental state is going skitz
Young boy, jammin' suicide boys
When I come down, small things making me annoyed
I got paranoia, yeah I'm paranoid
Now pass me the joystick, I'm floyd
I give out them hits, but I take em and enjoy it, yeah
Keeping bad habits, I've been keeping at it
Past 2 years i've been going addict
Stick it on my tongue, now my mind's lappin'
Had 4 homies die, but I'm still trappin'
Seeing patterns, turn my mind to grey matter
Ain't it fascinating how my mind keeps creating situations
Where I'm gone and ain't fucking relapsing
But I guess that's how it happens, fucking with them bath salts
Got my mind looping, paranoid, I'm losing it
Committed to hallucinogens, I've been down I'm losing friends
Fucking up until my death, drowning, feel like Charlie D
These g's they keep on calling me, no cappin'
I've been capping with my eyes, rolling back
And you ain't never seen a motherfucker [?]
Credits
Writer(s): Will Boyd, Cole Darby
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