Zaire Cone - Bad Habits Lyrics

I got Bad Habits (woo woo)
Bad habits (woo woo)
Swore I tried to cut em
But I'm bad at it
(I wanna)
Can't stand it
(I wanna)
Black had a
Few more than
One too many
Dag Nabit
Yeah
I'm bout to
Raise Havoc
I pop off then pop my collar
Go pop, wind back, don't stop
I gotcha
Biggest fear in the mirror
I'm not bookin
I just hit him like
"What's up good lookin' "

You're not invited
You can't come into the house
(To the house)
You don't like me
You just want me for the clout
(For the clout)
Rick James got my feet
All on the couch
(On the couch)
Big Chain
Yeah I gotta wear it out
(Yeah I gotta wear it out)
Dark shades
Clear as day
I see em doubt
I think "how?"
But can't pout
They don't
Know what we about
Found
I tell so many lies, that
Now I feel like it's the truth
And the mask that I wear
Every day is all the needed proof
Kinda childish, I'm honest
To talk about it, I'm wildin
I got a lot on my mind and
It keep me up till the mornin
I can't stop or slow down only
Got an option for poppin
Was
In a shell
Like a
Cell I'm
Breaking out and
Raisin hell
I been Lyin to myself
I been cryin out for help
When I get it
I reject it
Put my pride in front of health
Why? Man
I can't help it
Ive been selfish
Find the time
Be by myself with
All the cards
That I've been dealt with
Not been fighting well with...

I got Bad Habits (woo woo)
Bad habits (woo woo)
Swore I tried to cut em
But I'm bad at it
(I wanna)
Can't stand it
(I wanna)
Black had a
Few more than
One too many
Dag Nabit
Yeah
I'm bout to
Raise Havoc
I pop off then pop my collar
Go pop, wind back, don't stop
I gotcha
Biggest fear in the mirror
I'm not bookin
I just hit him like
"What's up good lookin'"

You're not invited
You can't come into the house
(To the house)
You don't like me
You just want me for the clout
(For the clout)
Rick James got my feet
All on the couch
(On the couch)
Big Chain
Yeah I gotta wear it out
(Yeah I gotta wear it out)