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