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 that it's a force of habit
 This as good as it's 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, uh
 I live life in a comedy, uh
 Laugh my way to the bank, ha-ha
 Broke as a joke it's alright with me, uh
 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, yeah, 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, yeah
 Whoop a nigga ass for my goddamn health, uh
 Walk around like I'm the shit
 I think it's a force of habit
 All I think about is checks
 I think that it's a force of habit
 This as good as it's 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 make-make-make-make...
 Yeah and then I was like, "Nah, I don't got a condom"
 And then she, she pulled out her little stripper bag
 'Cause stripper, they got bags where they put all they fuckin' money in (yeah)
 So she moved all her money out the way, she like
 Boom at the very bottom
 Like the very, very bottom, she put it on me for me
 And then she, yeah, she
 I'm not gon' lie, I nutted in like two songs, ain't give a-, ayy
 Nothin' lasts forever
 Keep trying, keep trying 'til we run out of time
 Nothin' 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 trust a soul, uh
 You niggas some cobras, these world turned me cold, bruh
 I should live in tundras, I want my neck froze up
 Sick of y'all wait, uh, uh, got the antidote, what?
 RIP 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, uh
 Your season is over, your season is over
 Got yo' jersey hung up
 Your season is over, your season is, uh, uh
 Your season is over, your season is over
 Your season is over, ayy