Trent Stark - Old Habits lyrics
[Trent Stark - Old Habits lyrics]
Lost count of the days
New hoes old habit's
Die hard
I window shop for souls out in Hollywood
Quit the drinking, quit the smoking
yeah I prolly should
Momma told me I should chill
But I really can't
I came here with my friends
And we came to dance
Smoke drink
Lost count of the days
New hoes old habit's
Die hard
I window shop for love out on Sacks Fifth
And every time I drink say this my last fifth
Now every song is doper than your new fit
I really did some dirt, ask my last bitch
Whoa, we hotbox in the whip
And let the smoke clear
Don't let 'em catch you slippin'
'cause there's foes near
You wanna chase your dreams
Suggest you follow suit
You can catch me up at
Neiman's saying fuck a suit
I know you came to party
I don't see your man
I came to smoke and drink
And I came to hold your hand
Smoke drink
Lost count of the days
New hoes old habit's
Die hard smoke
Drink lost count
Of the days
I almost sold my soul to a
Girl with a pretty smile
My bro told me get some sleep
Yeah it's been a while
Minds racin' through the city
Yeah it never sleeps
Always makin' shit so I never peak
Whoa, I've been having fun
Outside of Neverland
But now I'm comin' home like I'm Peter Pan