I don't got control I'm going manic
Yea
I just made a killing
Thats a felony
Ah
Smoking up the fumes
On to better things
Yea
That's her answer
Ask her if she come wit me
Yea
I got way too high
Don't think I'm landing
Yea
Yea I hit it way too much
Picked up a habit
Yea
In too deep
I think drowning in her belly
Yea
Fell for you
I can't believe
I Can't stand it
Yea
Cooking in the kitchen
Brought the can beans
Too much on my plate
I'm smokeing up the celery
On to better days
I'm moving onto better weeks
I put in that work
I'm living out my fantasies
F*cking wit my moxy
This bitch like my ketamine
Yea
We just getting stoned off a pound of green
Ah
All around the world
I pick a Japanese
Yea
French kissing
I dip
I call that c'est la vie
Yea
I don't got control I'm going manic
Yea
Yea
I just made a killing
Thats a felony
Ah
Smoking up the fumes
On to better things
Yea
That's her answer
Ask her if she come wit me
Yea
I got way too high
Don't think I'm landing
Yea
Yea
I hit it way too much
Picked up a habit
Yea
In too deep
I think drowning in her belly
Yea
Yea
Fell for you
I can't believe
I Can't stand it
Yea
I just want some love
F*ck the money
I can't fake to pop out
I ain't in a mood
I'm just me
Y'all can't figure me out
Drowning in a cup
In the cup is a bottle
After all the pain
I might go hit the lotto
I know after pain
After shame
After burdens
A full load
Just wanna be free
Set on a spree
Move with weight
Like I'm moving kilos
Attention with no span
Like some sand
You can't stand on
Quick to pull you in
High demand
Like a track on (Repeat)
Cause I just want some love
F*ck the money
I can't fake to pop out
I ain't in a mood
I'm just me
Y'all can't figure me out
Drowning in a cup
In that cup is a bottle
After all the pain
I might go hit the lotto
And luck out
F.A.C - Habit (feat. nofuks) Lyrics
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I don't got control I'm going manic
Yea
I just made a killing
Thats a felony
Ah
Smoking up the fumes
On to better things
Yea
That's her answer
Ask her if she come wit me
Yea
I got way too high
Don't think I'm landing
Yea
Yea I hit it way too much
Picked up a habit
Yea
In too deep
I think drowning in her belly
Yea
Fell for you
I can't believe
I Can't stand it
Yea
Cooking in the kitchen
Brought the can beans
Too much on my plate
I'm smokeing up the celery
On to better days
I'm moving onto better weeks
I put in that work
I'm living out my fantasies
F*cking wit my moxy
This bitch like my ketamine
Yea
We just getting stoned off a pound of green
Ah
All around the world
I pick a Japanese
Yea
French kissing
I dip
I call that c'est la vie
Yea
I don't got control I'm going manic
Yea
Yea
I just made a killing
Thats a felony
Ah
Smoking up the fumes
On to better things
Yea
That's her answer
Ask her if she come wit me
Yea
I got way too high
Don't think I'm landing
Yea
Yea
I hit it way too much
Picked up a habit
Yea
In too deep
I think drowning in her belly
Yea
Yea
Fell for you
I can't believe
I Can't stand it
Yea
I just want some love
F*ck the money
I can't fake to pop out
I ain't in a mood
I'm just me
Y'all can't figure me out
Drowning in a cup
In the cup is a bottle
After all the pain
I might go hit the lotto
I know after pain
After shame
After burdens
A full load
Just wanna be free
Set on a spree
Move with weight
Like I'm moving kilos
Attention with no span
Like some sand
You can't stand on
Quick to pull you in
High demand
Like a track on (Repeat)
Cause I just want some love
F*ck the money
I can't fake to pop out
I ain't in a mood
I'm just me
Y'all can't figure me out
Drowning in a cup
In that cup is a bottle
After all the pain
I might go hit the lotto
And luck out
Yea
I just made a killing
Thats a felony
Ah
Smoking up the fumes
On to better things
Yea
That's her answer
Ask her if she come wit me
Yea
I got way too high
Don't think I'm landing
Yea
Yea I hit it way too much
Picked up a habit
Yea
In too deep
I think drowning in her belly
Yea
Fell for you
I can't believe
I Can't stand it
Yea
Cooking in the kitchen
Brought the can beans
Too much on my plate
I'm smokeing up the celery
On to better days
I'm moving onto better weeks
I put in that work
I'm living out my fantasies
F*cking wit my moxy
This bitch like my ketamine
Yea
We just getting stoned off a pound of green
Ah
All around the world
I pick a Japanese
Yea
French kissing
I dip
I call that c'est la vie
Yea
I don't got control I'm going manic
Yea
Yea
I just made a killing
Thats a felony
Ah
Smoking up the fumes
On to better things
Yea
That's her answer
Ask her if she come wit me
Yea
I got way too high
Don't think I'm landing
Yea
Yea
I hit it way too much
Picked up a habit
Yea
In too deep
I think drowning in her belly
Yea
Yea
Fell for you
I can't believe
I Can't stand it
Yea
I just want some love
F*ck the money
I can't fake to pop out
I ain't in a mood
I'm just me
Y'all can't figure me out
Drowning in a cup
In the cup is a bottle
After all the pain
I might go hit the lotto
I know after pain
After shame
After burdens
A full load
Just wanna be free
Set on a spree
Move with weight
Like I'm moving kilos
Attention with no span
Like some sand
You can't stand on
Quick to pull you in
High demand
Like a track on (Repeat)
Cause I just want some love
F*ck the money
I can't fake to pop out
I ain't in a mood
I'm just me
Y'all can't figure me out
Drowning in a cup
In that cup is a bottle
After all the pain
I might go hit the lotto
And luck out
Writer: Fernando Cantu, no fuks
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