Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 2 Bad Habits, artist - Angie Stone. Album song Dream, in the genre Соул
Date of issue: 04.11.2015
Record label: Conjunction Entertainment, Shanachie, TopNotch
Song language: English
2 Bad Habits |
Hey yay, MmmmHmm |
Dah dah dah dah dah dah |
Hey-ey, hey-ey; |
I got 2, I got 2, I got 2 — ay |
I say some things make a sailor blush |
Hang with some chicks that I can’t really trust |
Hard on myself 'bout the way I look |
But can’t nobody tell me that I don’t look good |
I take my time when I’m runnin' late (and I) |
Then cuss 'em out if they just can’t wait (and I) |
I know I’m petty for the things I do |
But this ain’t really nothin' new |
I catch myself all the time — without even thinkin' |
I’ll be callin' ya line |
I hope you don’t laugh and call me silly (silly), silly (silly) |
For feelin' yoooooooou, yeah |
I always nod off pourin' one glass of wine |
And automatic’lly pour another one when I’m done |
Somehow I always end up tipsy ever time (tipsy) |
It’s just a bad habit of mine |
But I got 2 bad habits — ay, 2 bad habits |
And the other one is you babe, you babe |
Can’t get enough of you babe, you baby |
Ain’t nothin' that a pedicure can’t cure |
Bag and some heels let me chill — Got the bill… |
Collectors actin' funny more month than the money |
I’m watchin' what I spend so what’s that in the window (-oh-oh) |
Take a little of my savings move it over to my checking |
But the way my account is set up |
Hope that it clears |
or I’ll be in tears |
I catch myself all the time — without even thinkin' |
I be callin' ya line |
I hope you don’t laugh and call me silly (silly), silly (silly) |
For feelin' yooooooooou, yeah |
I always nod off pourin' one glass of wine |
And automatic’lly pour another one when I’m done |
Somehow I always end up tipsy every time (tipsy) |
It’s just a bad habit of mine |
But I got 2 bad habits (hey), 2 bad habits |
And the other one is you babe, you babe |
Can’t get enough of you babe, you baby |
You’re like caffeine goin' through my blood stream |
I’m clingin' like a fiend, my nicotine |
If I can’t see you at all I’m goin' through withdraw’ls |
I just can’t get enough of you baby |
You’re like sweet brown shuga to a diabetic |
Got me overdosin' I’ma need a paramedic, yeah I said it |
If I can’t see you at all I’m goin' through withdraw’ls |
I just can’t get enough of you baby |
I always nod off pourin' one glass of wine |
And automatica’lly pour another one when I’m done |
Somehow I always end up tipsy every time (tipsy) |
It’s just a bad habit of mine |
But I got 2 bad habits (two), 2 bad habits |
And the other one is you babe, you bae |
Can’t get enough of you babe, you baby |