paroles de chanson Bad Habits - Wstdyth

Is that your new man? looking like a lineback
I don't really know how I feel 'n' I don't like that
I just post in the crib blowing smoke fat
I just rather kick it with my cat
Baby I'ma get my racks up
Walk fast, roll my rafs up, yeah
Give a fuck what you think 'n' I laugh, huh
You know I don't wanna link
It's a fact yuh, I just don't care
You don't care what I'm saying

It gets dark in the basement
I just wanna get away from you
But I became it
Falling face first on the pavement
I don't even know if I can take it, take it
You just mad we ain't fucking
I know that I'm nothing
But how I makin' racks on this shit
While you judging
I been on this new shit, bussin'
I feel like a heron, Russian

I just want love, I can't have it
I'ma smoke till I drop, It's a bad habit
Pull up in my city with a bad bitch
Now she pulling on the Moncler jacket
Tell me why, you gon' make me cry
I don't wanna fight
I'ma lose myself in the night
Need a new life
You don't like looking at my eyes
Yeah it's fucking fine
Why'd I ever tell you you're divine?
It's a fucking lie

All I ever got from you were lessons
How to deal with my depression
How to find someone who wants my love
And not possessions
Yeah, what's up with that?
Yeah, what's up with that?
Yeah, what's up with that?
What the fuck is up with that?
Always got your name in a bad tat
Wow, I'm dumb kid
I'ma chase a dumb bag

It gets dark in the basement
I just wanna get away from you
But I became it
Falling face first on the pavement
I don't even know if I can take it, take it
You just mad we ain't fucking
I know that I'm nothing
But how I makin' racks on this shit
While you judging
I been on this new shit, bussin'
I feel like a heron, Russian