"Habits" lyrics

(Mustard on the beat, hoe)

Habits, manners
Habitual antics
And interesting patterns
You tell me it's late, that I should slide
But we all know what sliding on the late-night is
Don't get it fucked up, I'm no one's side bitch, yeah
Don't get it fucked up, I know what you like
I know what you like
Like Thursday I throw it back
Nightly I ride like bike
A.M., I got somewhere to be
So it's 'bout that time

You the suit
Dress it up
This ain't real
But we can make it look like something
I still call
When it's late
We can smoke
Yeah, we can smoke
Yeah, we can drink

And I'll still put points up in the paint
I'll still pull up on you
And I'll still act like this shit ain't fucked up
'Cause I know this not you

This not you
That's not you
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, yeah ayy

You ask me
"How do I do say it's base
If I'm always in and out rhen I try to skate?"
I left you messages, you know that's not the case (Oh)
I sent you messages, you know it's my fault
You never reply
Anytime, you 'round somebody
You not the type that'll sit and try to be cool when a situation come up
You are more the type to be coldn when it isn't you
And I'm more the type to get fucked up
Call you for a good time
'Cause I'll take what I can get when it isn't real
Oh, honestly

You the suit
Dress it up
This ain't real
But we can make it look like something
I still call
When it's late
We can smoke
Yeah, we can smoke
Yeah, we can drink

You the suit (You the suit)
Dress it up (Dress it up)
This ain't real (This ain't real)
But we can make it look like something (Oh, oh)
I still call (I still call)
When it's late (When it's late)
We can smoke
Yeah, we can smoke
Yeah, we can drink

And I'll still put points up in the paint
I'll still pull up on you
And I'll still act like this shit ain't fucked up
'Cause I know this not you