Bad Habit lyrics
Hey man you know I'm really ok
The gun in my hand will tell you the same But when I'm in my car, don't give me no crap 'Cause the slightest thing and I just might snap man When I go driving I stay in my lane But getting cut off, it makes me insane I open the glove box, reach inside I gonna wreck this fuckers ride I guess I got a bad habit of blowin' away I got a bad habit and it ain't goin' away Well they say the road's a dangerous place If you flip me off I'll get in your face You drive on my ass Your foot's on the gas And your next breath is your last I guess I got a bad habit of blowin' away I got a bad habit and it ain't goin' away Drivers are rude, such attitudes But when I show my piece, complaints cease Something's odd, I feel like I'm god You stupid dumbshit goddam motherfucker I open the glove box, reach inside I gonna wreck this fuckers ride I guess I got a bad habit of blowin' away I got a bad habit and it ain't goin' away
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