Habits

Got fat coming off your spit It goes around and around and around Black shoes coming off the dirt Kick down, kick down, kick down My woods, my road, it's not enough to know you I've got my habits and I've got my time I've got my own, but not enough to show you Everybody has a season when you see them This is what you want, what you wanted Desperate to sleep but you stay up My woods, my road, it's not enough to know you I've got my habits and I've got my time I've got my own, but not enough to show you Everybody has a season when you see them