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bad habits - goobers lyrics

i try to point y’all
he gon’ need som’ strong
it’s 3am, so wait too long
you by yourself, done hit my phone
what you got go?
what you got goin’ now?
try to bag ‘n b*tch gotta see the tomford
her i’m on her pants
so january we on the top floor
i get the bill and they see the kid at the top more
top more, given that’s a night and they want more
bad habits
need ’em late nights
i’m losing control
i been outta go
and all them bad habits
need ’em late nights
i’m out on my own
and it’s gettin’ old
(yea yea) i’ve had a couple shots ‘n need som’ more
i heard a couple knocks come at the door
we got a couple models on the floor
(yea, yea) bad habits
need ’em late nights, them late nights
i got a bad habit
i’m too good at bad habits
mixing coke & jack
then spinning ’round the streets like a cul*de*sac
she keep asking me where the snow is at
shawty acting batsh*t
baby what’s up with that
i came in with the bag just to blow it on the color black
caught a couple l’s tonight, feel like a running back
gotta roll the tinted windows down
cause this sh*t’ll get hazy
on the real i like dinero
that’s scorsese

gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta get far away
spendin’ all my thoughts on some issues that’ll never change
lookin at the trees and i know they’d rather see me hang
knowin’ that they wanna hurt me from the way that i was framed
it’s a blame game
hah, hah
it’s their form of fame
hah, hah
they’ll go unnamed
hah, hah
not like they had any consequences anyway
stay up late into the night
filling the pain, i’ll never cry
never let them know they hurt me
even if i’ll die inside
not enough, huh
not enough, huh
not enough, huh
not enough
two years of help for what
i know i was no angel, but
i really tried
i made you cry
wanted to help you win your fight
not enough, huh
not enough, huh
not enough, huh
not enough
people always talking behind my back
let’s see what will happen when i attack

if i had a quarter for every habit i’d lynch
then maybe, i could restart, and it’d be a synch
flipping coins to get a head, watching everything i say
check the time again, i think i made a mistake
i really shouldn’t be here, so maybe i should leave
never went to h*ll before i fall back asleep
(wait what, whatchu mean?)
take 2, take 3, sell it in the city
take 4, take 5, found a knot ready
take 6, found it triple on repeat
it’s the competitive nature
now eve, save me a seat
oh its a bad habit
face down, pockets up
you can’t be mad at it
distort my voice
hear the noise when it fades to static
laced up, laced up
you can’t be lookin at it
oh its a bad habit
walkin’ back home, i can’t know
just how my penny roll
i’m talkin to the devil, a level
i never went as low
talkin, check to my left
check to my right
i’m done checking in
in the end i want my life
listen to the thing that is inside of me
it tells me it needs blood so i give it lean

i don’t know if i can be with you
i don’t know if i want to be with me, no

- goobers lyrics

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