Bad Habit Songtext / Lyric

Hey man, you know I'm really OK

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 at all



When I go driving I stay in my lane

But getting cut off, it makes me insane



Open the glove box

Reach inside

Gonna wreck this fucker's ride

'Cause I got a bad habit

Of blowin' away, Yeah, Yeah

I got a bad habit, Yeah, Yeah

And it ain't goin' away, Yeah, Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ohh Ohh Ooh ohh






They say the road's a dangerous place

If you flip me off I'll get in your face

You drive on my ass

Your foot's on the gas

And your next breath is your last



'Cause I got a bad habit

Of blowin' away, Yeah, Yeah

I got a bad habit, Yeah, Yeah

And it 'aint goin' away, Yeah, Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ohh



Drivers are rude

Such attitudes

But when I show my piece

Complaints cease, Something's odd

I feel like I'm God

You stupid dumb-shit god-damn motherfucker!



I open the glove box

Reach inside

Gonna wreck this fucker's ride

'Cause I got a bad habit

Of blowin' away, Yeah, Yeah

I got a bad habit, Yeah, Yeah

And it 'aint goin' away, Yeah, Yeah---

Ohh Ohh Ooh ohh