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