Bad habits are savage. And my fingers are addicts. Oh, every Saturday night. They find your number and type. Wait what the f*ck did I write? No. You played me with no pause. But I’m still lost in your
Verse 1 . I don't understand how you got your hands . All up on that new mistake . Wait, which one was she again? . Could be dating all her friends . You know that they all look the same . And talk li
