Humble - Habbit lyrics

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Humble - Habbit lyrics

Mind on fleek, f** what you need/ Listen to the beast eat, each and every speech that he speaks/ As he's sitting on the beach in the sand/ Got a drink in my hand/ I used to be a fiend for the grams/ This disease ain't beating me man (No)/ I'm tired of running away/ I'm tired of feeling the pain/ I'm tired of going insane/ I'm tired of floating astray (No)/ Lost souls gone feel me/ I do it for the love til they feel me/ Til my whole team sitting on a billi/ I'm just eating on the ramen and the chili (like whoa)/ This sh** is so nasty, it's tasting like plastic/ And I remember last week, when I didn't have money for ------/ And I slept on the backstreets/ I quit playing games like the Backstreets/ Got back on my sh** like I'm crapping/ And this is what happens when you put pa**ion into rapping/ I'm kicking the habit/ I'm kicking the habit/ I'm kicking the habit/ I'm kicking the habit/ I'm kicking the habit/ Let my soul go, let my soul go, let my soul go! Go! Let my soul go, let my soul go, let my soul go! Go! How did I become so, so, so, so untouchable/ So unloveable, I'm putting pills down like a Huxtable/ I got 99 problems, but a blue ain't one (sh**)/ I got 99 blueys, now I'm staring down the barrel of the gun/ Visions of pharos and nuns, showing me I am the one/ Second to none, telling me I am the second to come/ So I reckon the run when they step to the sun/ These blessings (lessons) will come/ Day after soul, soul after day/ Bowl after bowl, I'm fading away/ I'm making the change/ Love is the answer I'm breaking the chains/ Hate is the cancer I'm making the case/ That we should erase all this animosity it keep us enslaved/ I'm breaching the cage/ I'm keeping my ways, and cheifing on sage in the back of greenroom with temptation up in my face/ It's time to be great, I'm up for the race/ People keep calling me names and I don't give a f** if they think I am strange/ No time for the games, no time for the bullsh**/ No time for the lames, no time for the foolish/ I'm turning this milk into Cool Whip and I do it like/ I'm kicking the habit/ I'm kicking the habit/ I'm kicking the habit/ I'm kicking the habit/ Let my soul go, let my soul go, let my soul go! Go! Let my soul go, let my soul go, let my soul go! Go!

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