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Paris Texas - FORCE OF HABIT lyrics

Artist: Paris Texas

album: BOY ANONYMOUS


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

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