Bad Habit

[Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliot] Breakin' this bad habit Cigarettes and his gin He slams the glass on the coffee table at breakfast end Expecting you to call You're food is getting cold He made your plate the way your mama makes it when you're home Not ashamed to tell his story to a friend of mine Complained about the problems hes always kept inside Aside from that hes got a daughter and son Not too many supporter's pocket's so he's brought to the slum Another dollar for the [?] Put the change inside his car to get it on the road and find his way to home Put the key inside the door to find his food up on the stove He's never coming back so he packed a change of clothes Didn't make the situation different i suppose He's driving passed the place she used to manicure her toes And then he learned his life would always take a different road But soul inside his soul damn he can't let her go