Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Phony Habits, artist - ANoyd.
Date of issue: 23.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Phony Habits |
Waking up, it’s a ritual just to look through you |
You almost died last night talking to my friends |
Waking up, it’s a ritual just to look through you |
You almost died last night talking to my friends |
I hooked you up right before I fell asleep, right? |
So when I wake, it’s obvious you a hundred percent |
I hold you in the sky when I brush my teeth |
Don’t need a mirror when I got you there looking at me, uh |
Connected is a crucial, I need a question answered—ask Google |
And I’m constantly looking for ya’ll approval |
On the way I live my life, ya’ll push me one forth of the way |
Quarter push like the carts at price right |
My head turn every time hearing you alert |
I got a plate of food—let me take a picture of it first |
When I lay down, I look up to you like I suppose |
Only time you piss me off is when I did drop you on my nose |
Or when you freeze for no reason, I be yelling in yo face |
But I hold yo' home down—we can start over—okay, I’m sorry |
I keep you covered 'cause your only glass sweater |
Don’t be keeping you safe or remotely as treasure |
You ain’t the reason that I crashed my car |
Don’t be hard on yourself, I just need to multitask better |
Shorty knock you out my hand she jealous |
I keep you face up right on the dinner table case you got something to tell me |
I’m always checkin your background |
You so smart with a twinkle in your eye, who could turn your brightness down? |
Shorty said, «Where the waiters in here? |
I’m tryna purchase.» |
When I got you in my hand, I don’t be making no disturbance |
Shorty argue with the waiters like, «Whats wrong with the service?» |
I yell at my 4G like, «Whats wrong with the service in here?» |
Before I put her face first in the pillow, I’m a put you face first in the |
pillow, then you on silent |
I can’t have shining on the ceiling 3 o’clock in the morning, that conversation |
ain’t that important for real |
Appreciation for applications you carry got me lost in that other world |
No heart eyes—guess I ain’t handsome |
With zero likes—guess I ain’t important |
Nobody follow back, I ain’t gon' be shit in this world |
Maybe I got to show ‘em something from my past just to get love, |
they quick to rejuvenate what you had |
But with the same finger scroll right pass like I don’t exist |
Not knowing I need that pat on the back to feel like the shit |
No filter to human body when it’s vaguely in site |
Which is mainly the reason they don’t look the same in real life |
And I’m tryna find the coordinates |
In that other realm it’s like a tournament |
The orders they follow so insubordinate |
Forget the cookies with my Chinese, that’s less fortunate |
You gotta paint the shit that you facing, thats self portrait |
Would hate to watch you fall like a ornament made of porcelain |
In a realm where they give corny niggas a orphanage, damn |
This shit is horrible, this day in age it’s so inaudible |
One domino effect all the dominoes |
You give me life I don’t break you cause I’m responsible |
I ain’t find love but I found a charger though, uh |
You was never on my rug every night |
I made sure my hands gave you a hug every night |
But it makes sense, so I can be on you all day |
You was cheating on me with the plug every night and it’s cool |
Still in the car, three minutes away from home |
Why you making me tell my friends that I’m home but I’m not yet |
I ain’t even on my block yet, at green lights you was making me post like a |
drop step |
Putting others in danger, only care about yourself don’t you? |
Vibrating every second so you hail boastful |
My head down all the time so I’m so focal |
On you making me antisocial |
I’m waiting for you to give me the signal |
And lately I been feeling assumptions are kinda fickle |
And every time we run into a fuckin' red light |
I always see how much of attention that I can give you |
And every time I turn on the T.V., it’s only static |
I’d rather pick you up then to pick up a holy passage |
I wanna shake off my addiction, I’m slowly at it |
I guess I’m still in love—who can break my phony habits? |
Yeah, who could break my phony habits? |
Guess I’m still in love—who could break my phony habits? |
Yeah |