Bad Habit
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Hey man you know I‘m really okay The gun in my hand will tell you the same But when I‘m in my car Don‘t give me no crap Cause the slightest thing and I just might snap When I go driving I stay in my lane But getting cut off makes me insane I open the glove box Reach inside I‘m gonna wreck this fucker‘s ride I guess I got a bad habit Of blowin’ away Yeah I got a bad habit And it ain’t goin’ away Yeah Well they say the road’s a dangerous place If you flip me off I‘m the danger you‘ll face You drive on my ass You‘re foot’s on the gas And your next breath is your last Drivers are rude Such attitudes But when I show my piece Complaints cease Something‘s odd I feel like I‘m God You stupid dumbshit goddam motherfucker I open the glove box Reach inside I‘m gonna wreck this fucker‘s ride |