Habits Lyrics

It's so tragic, these cold habits leave you rolling in sadness

These cold habits leave you roaming with madness

Your soul's damaged, all you know is the static

These cold habits leave you

It's a cold habit

It's so tragic

It's a cold habit

All I know is static

It's a cold habit

Think you know baggage

It's a cold habit

No stranger to being stabbed in the back by a gold dagger

Held by my own hand trying to be my own man, a cold wager

Don't be a pack rat, yo, there's mold up on that packet

The old adage, when in doubt, throw it out if you ain't know, you had it

I'm back at it, I don't mean to play dad to you cats, but I got that big dad energy

Yeah, I cleaned up my act, now hip-hop's like my child, the only meaning of that

It's a fact, for my kids, I got a habit of keeping on task

Roll with the hunches

Heart turned cold from the punches

Formerly known for that pungent smoke, leave them choked way down in the dungeon

Run amok with the filthy nonsense

Wake up with a guilty conscience

Non-responsive, feeling rotten to the core, the devil's knocking

Double down on the dose, I'm dozing, drugs are taking hold

Life's a roller coaster, can't ride that shit till you're old

The trials and tribulations, the scales of justice tips

And that blindfolded lady man she sees you when you trip, with them

It's so tragic, these cold habits leave you rolling in sadness

These cold habits leave you roaming with madness

Your soul's damaged, all you know is the static

These cold habits leave you

These cold habits

You know static

These cold habits

It's so tragic

These cold habits

There's no static

These cold habits

Gutter life, wizard mother right, now you're scoring for a fix

You'd probably burn a bridge, nothing exists except the bliss

The dragon's kiss you're dragged through shit yelling back, life's a bitch

Compelled to get it off your chest, the spell you're under's thick

Keep right, survive straight, life ain't hard if it's all he's known

So high he's out of body, mind feeling like a drone

Peeling back the pineal lid, the finest hit is home

In trying times, applying lines to his mind up through his nose

Now the rebels yell at the top of their lungs

Some fall to the knees while the grieving hold their young, dad

Cursed his name, what a son of a gun

Mom placed her palms together, now she's comfortably numb

Go for broke, stay high or be in a hearse

Run from the cops, back to the spot

Knock this bitch down and steal her purse

No heed, take what you need

Cause them to bleed and fuck the outcome

No hit will be as good as your first one or your last one

It's the

It's so tragic, these cold habits leave you rolling in sadness

These cold habits leave you roaming with madness

Your soul's damaged, all you know is the static

These cold habits leave you

These cold habits man

Sick of the cold habits

These cold habits

You see that static see that static man

It's right there man

Right around the corner here