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