[Verse 1 Cass Hadley] Where do these, Bad habits begin And what makes us end Why do friends tend to lose whats ours Under The lense What makes the world spin Is the pursuit of happiness Ironic, we find happiness In a pack of this death In a bottle of bad vibes and memories Memoirs, A dysfunctional family And even they couldnt handle me Handle trees something like an activist Far from pacifist Pass the fifth, and watch me spread love With an asterisk Guess Ive been out of it Since my aunts passing Describe it peaceful because thats what id like to imagine It takes a piece of you Keeping positive points of view, on the tragic To the point all youve got left is these fucking habits [Hook Cass Hadley] A pack a day to get me by An ounce of weed to keep me high Alcohol still numbs the pain Some things in life just never change I dont know what ive been told You live this way, you wont grow old Our addiction hits, so quick These bad habits are hard to quit [Verse 2 Cass Hadley] Cigarettes on cigarettes Lots of sex, am i sinning yet Weed on deck, but i feel like Beck Loser and im catching wreck Kept it realer than my smiles Walking miles through aisles of cough syrup and denial Smoking on synthetics The resin came petty shit to us peasants No present worries Just hit the 711 for slurpees Then hit bluntville, with the work G But aint nobody working Come home smirking with them red eyes And my moms gonna hurt me But currently, Im on acid Surrounded by newport packs And the ashes of burned bridges i aint passed that Still haunt me all the time So pass that I need to be high all the time Repeat [Hook Cass Hadley]
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