Paris Texas - FORCE OF HABIT lyrics

[Chorus] Walk around like I'm the sh*t 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 fu*kin' on yo' b*tch (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) [Verse 1] 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 fu*kin’ 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 b*tch, tits straight out of "Heavy Metal" Put a ni**a in the dirt like a fu*kin' shovel Tsk, tsk, tsk, yeah, a ni**a 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 ni**a ass for my goddamn health, uh [Chorus] Walk around like I'm the sh*t 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 fu*kin' on yo' b*tch (I take my time) Don't make me do this again (Why waste your time) I want to but can't make— make— make— make— [Interlude] You know, man, I was like, "Nah, I don't got a condom" And then, she— she brought out her little sugar bag 'Cause strippers, they got bags where they put all they fu*kin' money in (Yeah) So she moved all her money out the way and she like, boom At the very bottom Like the very, very bottom, she put it on me for me, man, she— (Yeah) I'm not gon' lie, I nutted in like two songs, ain't give— ayy [Bridge] Nothing lasts forever Keep trying, keep trying 'Til we run out of time Nothing lasts forever Keep trying, keep trying 'Til we run out of time [Verse 2] 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 when she said it was over? Spit hotter than the solar, I can't trust a soul, uh You ni**as some cobras, this world turned me cold, bruh I should live in tundras, I want my neck froze up Sick of y'all wait, uh, got the antidote, what? R.I.P. you lame fu*ks, reaping what you sew, what? Reaper at your throat, what? 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 fu*king 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 Got yo' jersey hung up