The butter melts out of habit The toast isn't even warm The waitress and the man in the plaid shirt Play out a scene they've played So many times before
suffer through the day, Trade a dream for the pay, Well here's the fact I hope it sticks, You're just alive out of habit Shards of glass Skies of gold
lot of kick in this bitch Turn the music up in this motherfucker Other side of the track niggaz Method Man, Redman, IAM Let's get it dirty Yeah, we back live
: Intro: Fuck 2Pac that nigga ain't shit that nigga ain't from muhfuckin' New York That nigga be out there with them Cali niggas Yo nigga man fuck Pac
Cent] I wake up, stare at the ceilin', I'm alive, what a beautiful feelin', I put my vest on right after I put on my drawers, It's a habit I'm always
out and pop off that thang, im usually hustlin, bubblin, slingin that ?caine, no matter the weather its sun snow sleet or it's rain, see fiends got a habit
wrong Had no idea how much I cared CHORUS: Now being without you Takes a lot of getting used to Should learn to live with it But I don't want to Living
rolling causing havoc so, ready set I'm more than set like Morissette to Maverick Gotta, she's got to have it, habit sick, I leave them stuck I'm getting high for a living
you no more But I gotta break this bad habit Can't take his bad habit no more [Kelly] I'm totally out of my element Learnin' new ways to live, while
clutch Can't have it, this habit It's calling me back to my home I remember the first time she came to me Poured her soul out all night and cried I remember
t have it, this habit It`s calling me back to my home [Miracle:] I remember the first time she came to me Poured her soul out all night and cried I
you fuckin faggots the fuck out Ask 'em about the club they was at when they snuck out after they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out
care at all. My poor ears have had it, you're coming in static. Face down on the floor, tuned out across the board like a million times before. You're living
check Surrounded by love not returned Pressure button glows And the band plays burn To stop, or question why Takes the fun out of living a lie (chorus
and their walk is mean I don't wonder how she got in, I want her out of them jeans It seems, me and my team got a routine habit Of gettin rid of sweaters
me, I think not Ain't too many who known to do it properly I'm likely to get so high like Tony be, toasted bein free And trip out occasionaly, you know
