Habits -

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