Paris Texas - FORCE OF HABIT lyrics

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
Tit's straight out of "Heavy Metal"
Put a nigga in the dirt
Like a fuckin' shovel
Tsk, tsk, tsk, yeah, a 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- make- make- make-

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 fuckin' 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

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

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 niggas 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 fucks, 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 it's 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
Got yo' jersey hung up