Bad Habits - Gustavo Bustermann (Impressão)

Fuck it, light another one

Watch the smoke curl up like it's prayin' for me

Screen glow hits my face at 1 a. M

Same old shit on repeat

Tell myself it's just a night

But these nights keep stackin' up like debt

I used to chase someone real

Now I'm chasin' porn and some sticky green

Every time I swear I'm done

I end up right back in this bed

Alone and high while I'm strokin'

I keep sayin' tomorrow I'm clean

But tomorrow never comes when the desire hits

Wake up with the ashtray full and my dick still hard, shit

Baby, my bad habits don't let go

Weed in my lungs, same damn cycle

I keep tryin' to outrun it, but I'm runnin' in place

Strokin' to strangers while the real world fades

Yeah, these bad habits got me addicted to emptiness

Gettin' off to the fake, real shit gets neglected

My bad habits won't quit me, oh, no

Last night's video still playin' on loop

Just one more hit, just one more clip

Then three hours gone and I'm still not satisfied

Used to love the way a woman felt when she was ridin'

Now I'm stuck on 4k and that purple haze glow

Body aches for touch that ain't digital

But I keep doin' it, 'cause it's easier to be high

I tried to quit cold turkey

But I only lasted forty-eight hours tops

Then the loneliness crept in and I turned back to my vices

Maybe I'm scared of real intimacy

Or maybe I'm just lazy

It's easier to get lost in a fantasy than risk gettin' hurt