RO-B. Z. & Parker Daigle - Habit

I'm not a addict, I just got a lot of bad habits
How I disappear and reappear, this shit like black magic
That's your chick, she the shit, I might take a stab at it, uh
I been tryna quit shit, I'm just bad at it

I might die with white, just like Breaking Bad, heh, yeah
Had to chase the bag, it started chasing back, we playing tag
Presidential wrist, but I'm chief of staff
Got the devil on my shoulders, speaks on my behalf
Huh, I'm going crazy, this shit daily
Shit, I'm not going outside unless you pay me
You know I'm a dog, I got rabies
Death does not faze me, no one can save me

I'm not a addict, I just got a lot of bad habits
How I disappear and reappear, this shit like black magic
That's your chick, she the shit, I might take a stab at it, uh
I been tryna quit shit, I'm just bad at it

Uh, uh, black magic, call me a dark horse
I be on that Katy Perry when I'm out piping your whore
She be lining up white women with a card for her to snort
As I snatch up all the pussy, call me animal control, huh, huh

She play with the wand, for real
Might cast a spell on her face, for real
My nut on her tongue, for real
She kiss me and swallow, like, aye, for real!
Punani gon' throb, for real
Pull out my sword and I slay, for real
Massaging my cock, for real
She a freak off that cocaine, for real
Hit it so hard from the back, she telling me she seeing visions of God
But that coca and cock got dopamine flooding her brain in a rush
That doesn't matter to me, uh, won't hold the magic for long
'Cause I am here to just hit it and quit it
I'm shooting my cum, and I'm gone, poof!
Baby, you know this lust, not love, I can't find my type
And frankly, I can't have these one-night stands for the rest of my life
But that pornography got a lonely one pleading for some love
And what better way to connect with a story than throwing yourself in one?

It's a bad habit that I can't escape
But I'm not an addict, so I guess it's okay
It's a bad habit that I cannot break
But I'm not an addict
(Yeah, keep telling yourself that, mate)

I'm not a addict, I just got a lot of bad habits
How I disappear and reappear, this shit like black magic
That's your chick, she the shit, I'mma take a stab at it, uh
I been tryna quit shit, I'm just bad at it

Uh, uh, black magic, call me a dark horse
I be on that Katy Perry when I'm out piping your whore
She be lining up white women with a card for her to snort
As I snatch up all the pussy, call me animal control, huh, huh

Written by:
Parker Daigle, Robert Zaitsev

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