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sally boy - bad habits lyrics

[intro]
one, two, three, four

[verse 1]
vodka mixed with sprite next to tennis shoes
maybe i just made another night out of missin’ you
i’m bad at bein’ lonely
quick to cut my jeans, but not to call me
(but it’s fine, i guess it’s nothin’ new)
emptying my thoughts to the clinical
quick reply, then take another line of residual
make believe a motive
papa always said it wasn’t worth it
yeah, yeah, yeah

[pre+chorus]
lose another night to the chemicals
compensate for serotonin lacked, it’s a ritual
can’t believe i made it to your bed, that’s a miracle
could we fight when morning comes? i said i’m sorta miserable

[chorus]
my bad, my bad
got a lot of bad habits
my bad, my bad
got a lot of bad habits
[verse 2]
empty eyed, i’m starin’ at the moon (sad as f+ck)
i be whippin’ out a rubber for my tool
got on polo socks, coogie whip
baby, keep it orthodox
faragam my feet like it’s bordeaux, yeah, yeah
flawless to get (flawless to get)
breathin’ your pheromone
leadin’ my lips to your neck (leadin’ my lips to your neck)
honestly, i feel exhausted (exhausted, oh)
often, we should call this
but i’m callin’ you tonight

[chorus]
my bad, my bad
got a lot of bad habits
my bad, my bad
got a lot of bad habits (one, two, three, four)
(got a lot of bad habits)

[outro]
got a lot of bad
my bad, my bad
got a lot of bad habits
my bad, my bad
got a lot of bad habits

- sally boy lyrics

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