Bad Habits - Frank Grimaldi


Lay down the plastic
Sign on the dotted line
I work like a slave
But I don’t see a dime

Cheap talk and cocktails
Smoked all my cigarettes
Got three loaded ashtrays
And a mountain of regrets

Bad Habits
Give me false sense of pride
(And) I will be paying for this
Until the day I die

I met him in the men’s room
He spot me for the blow
He said, “Bro you owe me interest”
How was I to know?

My mind was on over-drive
I could not even think
It had been 3 long days
And I hadn’t slept a wink

Bad Habits
Give me false sense of pride
(And) I will be paying for this
Until the day I die

One habit feeds another
The chain never ends
You plot you’re escape to be
Trapped once again

The moment I claim victory
Is the moment of defeat!
I allow myself to gamble
Thinking I am free

Bad Habits
Give me false sense of pride
(And) I will be paying for this
Until the day I die



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