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 it's a force of habit This as good as its 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) [Verse 1] Yeah Everybody way too dramatic I live life in a comedy Laugh my way to the bank ha-ha Broke as a joke it's alright with me 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, yuh, 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 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 Ugh, whoop a ni**a ass for my goddamn health [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 it's a force of habit This as good as its 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) [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, plus she said it was over Spit hotter than the solar, I can't trust a soul 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 Got the antidote, what? R.I.P you lame fu*ks, 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 fu*king go Your season is over, your season is over Got yo jersey hung up