Shit gets so typical
When we get habitual
Theres a cost to these rituals
Shit gets so typical
When we get habitual
Theres a cost to these rituals
The roots get dug up
The truth gets shut up
We just watch 'em make a buck and they call it luck
But I don't believe in luck
Cause I do my f*cking research
I don't believe in a free church
Everything has it's cost
Still gonna rot in the dust
Pills get popped no f*cks
People act like they don't know what's up
If you knocking my flow
I don't gossip I grow
Watch how they flock out the door
Unless you talking 'bout dough
I try to be talking 'bout more
The rhyme scheme it comes and it goes
Shit gets so typical
When we get habitual
Theres a cost to these rituals
Shit gets so typical
When we get habitual
Theres a cost to these rituals
Mood swing
Mood swing
I would do anything just to see the other side of the thing
Just to hear the f*cking birds sing
I pull myself out of it
Might have dug it myself
But I can't remember
I wake up it's 12 on the 12th of December
I light up some shit and my mind finally clicks
My people just dancing but you might get hit
This night to remember that we'll soon forget
Like that last cigarette
I already burned that shit out
I'm already laid to rest
But I'm so anxious for the next
Yes, I'm impatient and distressed
As I sit here perplexed with the text that we're often presented with
Since a kid I resented shit
All our heads they get tempered with
All this shit that we're tempted with
Some people in a board room
Rub their feet on some leopard print
I'm just bored in my room, steady working on my temperament
And I should probably mention
That I'm sick of working 6-7 days a week
Cause I ain't selling shit
But I've been working on my temperament
I've been working on my temperament
Shit gets so typical
When we get habitual
Theres a cost to these rituals
Shit gets so typical
When we get habitual
Theres a cost to these rituals