Cass Hadley - Bad Habits lyrics
[Cass Hadley - Bad Habits lyrics]
Where do these, Bad habit's begin
And what makes us end
Why do friends tend to lose whats ours
Under The lense what makes the world spin
Is the pursuit of happiness
Ironic, we find happiness
In a pack of this death
In a bottle of bad vibes and memories
Memoirs, A dysfunctional family
And even they couldn't handle me
Handle trees something like an activist
Far from pacifist
Pass the fifth, and watch me spread love
With an asterisk guess I've been out of it
Since my aunts passing
Describe it peaceful because that's what
I'd like to imagine it takes a piece of you
Keeping positive points of view
On the tragic to the point all you've got
Left is these fucking habit's
A pack a day to get me by
An ounce of weed to keep me high
Alcohol still numbs the pain
Some things in life just never change
I don't know what i've been told
You live this way, you won't grow old
Our addiction hit's, so quick
These bad habit's are hard to quit
Cigarettes on cigarettes
Lots of sex, am i sinning yet
Weed on deck, but i feel like Beck
Loser and im catching wreck
Kept it realer than my smiles
Walking miles through aisles of
Cough syrup and denial smoking on synthetics
The resin came petty shit to us peasants
No present worries just hit the 7
11 for slurpees
Then hit bluntville, with the work G
But ain't nobody working
Come home smirking with them red eyes
And my moms gonna hurt me
But currently, I'm on acid
Surrounded by newport packs
And the ashes of burned bridges
I ain't passed that
Still haunt me all the time so pass that
I need to be high all the time
And what makes us end
Why do friends tend to lose whats ours
Under The lense what makes the world spin
Is the pursuit of happiness
Ironic, we find happiness
In a pack of this death
In a bottle of bad vibes and memories
Memoirs, A dysfunctional family
And even they couldn't handle me
Handle trees something like an activist
Far from pacifist
Pass the fifth, and watch me spread love
With an asterisk guess I've been out of it
Since my aunts passing
Describe it peaceful because that's what
I'd like to imagine it takes a piece of you
Keeping positive points of view
On the tragic to the point all you've got
Left is these fucking habit's
A pack a day to get me by
An ounce of weed to keep me high
Alcohol still numbs the pain
Some things in life just never change
I don't know what i've been told
You live this way, you won't grow old
Our addiction hit's, so quick
These bad habit's are hard to quit
Cigarettes on cigarettes
Lots of sex, am i sinning yet
Weed on deck, but i feel like Beck
Loser and im catching wreck
Kept it realer than my smiles
Walking miles through aisles of
Cough syrup and denial smoking on synthetics
The resin came petty shit to us peasants
No present worries just hit the 7
11 for slurpees
Then hit bluntville, with the work G
But ain't nobody working
Come home smirking with them red eyes
And my moms gonna hurt me
But currently, I'm on acid
Surrounded by newport packs
And the ashes of burned bridges
I ain't passed that
Still haunt me all the time so pass that
I need to be high all the time