Bad Habit

Hey man, you know I'm really okay The gun in my hand Will tell you the same But when I'm in my car Don't give me no crap 'Cause the slightest thing and I just might snap it all When I go driving, I stay in my lane But getting cut off, it makes me insane Open the glove box Reach inside Gonna wreck this fucker's ride 'Cause I got a bad habit Of blowin' away (yeah, yeah) I got a bad habit (yeah, yeah) And it ain't goin' away (yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, oh They say the road's a dangerous place If you flip me off, I'll get in your face You drive on my ass Your foot's on the gas And your next breath is your last 'Cause I got a bad habit Of blowin' away (yeah, yeah) I got a bad habit (yeah, yeah) And it ain't goin' away (yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, oh Drivers are rude Such attitudes When I show my piece Complaints cease Something's odd Feel like I'm God You stupid dumb-shit goddamn motherfucker! I open the glove box Reach inside Gonna wreck this fucker's ride 'Cause I got a bad habit Of blowin' away (yeah, yeah) I got a bad habit (yeah, yeah) And it ain't goin' away (yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, oh