Letra Force of habit Paris Texas

Force of habit

Walk around like I'm the shit
I think it’s a force of habit
All I think about is checks
I think it's a force of habit
This as good as its gon' get (I waste no time)
When I’m fuckin' on yo bitch (I take my time)
Don't make me do this again (Why waste your time, I want to but can't make my mind up)

Yeah
Everybody way too dramatic
I live life in a comedy
Laugh my way to the bank ha-ha
Broke as a joke it's alright with me
I'ma be okay one day
Mood ring, watch my fuckin' mood change
I don't care what dude say
He speaks with no bass, all treble
Get mixed up, yuh, never on my level
Mixed bitch tits straight out of Heavy Metal
Put a nigga in the dirt like a fuckin’ shovel
Tsk tsk tsk, yeah nigga know better that’s 'cause I know myself
You in my shadow like you in stealth
You are my son got a brand new belt
Ugh, whoop a nigga ass for my goddamn health

Walk around like I’m the shit
I think it's a force of habit
All I think about is checks
I think it's a force of habit
This as good as its gon' get (I waste no time)
When I’m fuckin' on yo bitch (I take my time)
Don't make me do this again (Why waste your time, I want to but can't make my mind up)

Nothing lasts forever
Keep trying, keep trying
'Til we run out of time
Nothing lasts forever
Keep trying, keep trying
'Til we run out of time

Man I thought I told ya, Paris Texas soldiers
Want everything the light touches
We need that exposure
Go head fix yo camera
Go head clean them lenses
We still gonna show up despite what they told us
Realize y'all take it everywhere but the maximum
Married to the money, soon as I heard that y'all broke up
Ask if it need closure, but it don't want no closure
Who am I to judge her past, plus she said it was over
Spit hotter than the solar, I can't trust a soul
You niggas some cobras
This world turned me cold, bruh
I should live in tundras
I want my neck froze up
Sick of y'all wait
Got the antidote, what?
R.I.P you lame fucks, reaping what you sew
Reaper at your throat, stitch 'em like some raw cut
Stitches like Lilo, see I had stayed alone then I had lost my hope
Then I found something
No, it found me on its own
Now when I go to shows
Man sawed-off to the nose
Or land mine to the face
Choose how your mind is blown
Me and Louie fucking go
Your season is over, your season is over
Got yo jersey hung up