Crying4Currency - Creature Of Habit

I don't know what I've become
Creature of habit
Sipping D'USSÉ rolling blunts
I smoke to much I drown my pain in all these songs
And its a blessing you & me don't get along
My
I don't know what I've become
Creature of habit
Sipping D'USSÉ rolling blunts
I smoke to much I drown my pain in all these songs
And its a blessing you & me don't get along
My gundam mobile suit blacked out it got her sprung
I'll always do this shit was spitting since a youngin
I gotta get a bag flex up fuck being humble
Bitches see me buzzing quit the bugging you to bumble
Step in up the place RAF on me I'll never huddle
Big blunts getting faced I in team boy in the bubble
Ima need my space roll telescopes not talking Hubble
Nigga whatchu know was down bad & in trouble
Making money now Ima keep that shit above hoes
Like I clipped out of bounds in the back rooms where the dopes rolled
My mistress a succubus she suck until it's soar throat
You ain't even you what the fuck do you record for
I don't leave the booth swear to god I just be bored more
Bitch I'm Babe Ruth making hits you ain't heard before
They don't give a shit I won't trip
I know they ignore
Catch me in the crypt, blunts in fist, burning like a torch
I'm a misfit, jeans ripped & I'm slim of course
Skinny not shit, no plays but still making noise
Maybe I can make it one day but I ain't faking for it
C4C a different breed & they gone hate me for it
Bitch lets see need more than love cause that wont make a tour
If I'm overseas I'm with my troops, we had to deploy
They ain't never boost, hold the truth can peep you lying for
The cash I need a lot of that, the fuck you think I'm crying for
Bitch
I don't know what I've become
Creature of habit
Sipping D'USSÉ rolling blunts
I smoke to much I drown my pain in all these songs
And its a blessing you & me don't get along
My gundam mobile suit blacked out it got her sprung
I'll always do this shit was spitting since a youngin
I gotta get a bag flex up fuck being humble
Bitches see me buzzing quit the bugging you to bumble
Succubus she suck until it's soar throat
You ain't even you what the fuck do you record for
I don't leave the booth swear to god I just be bored more
Bitch I'm Babe Ruth making hits you ain't heard before
They don't give a shit I won't trip
I know they ignore
Catch me in the crypt, blunts in fist, burning like a torch
I'm a misfit, jeans ripped & I'm slim of course

Written by:
Kalin Woodard

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