Bad habit

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Walk in late, let the whole room stare, Lip gloss sharp, middle finger in the air. You brought your rules? Baby, leave them there. I didn't come to play fair. Pretty little problem in a tailored fit, Too much attitude, too hard to quit. You call it toxic— I call it wit. If I'm such a bad idea, Why you still on it? [Pre-Chorus] You know exactly what you want, So don't play innocent. You talk that shit like confidence, But I can see where all your courage went. [Chorus] I'm your bad habit, baby, Go ahead, get addicted. You said I'm too much? Bitch, that's the point. I was never made to be predictable. Pretty, petty, problematic, Say my name like automatic. Love me, hate me— Either way, You're gonna fucking remember me. I'm your bad habit, baby. You knew exactly what you wanted. [Verse 2] I don't need permission, I need better lighting. You call it attention-seeking, I call it perfect timing. Your little rules look cute on paper, But I don't do favors for a fucking hater. You want a girl who's easy to control? Get a mirror, sweetheart. Practice on your soul. [Pre-Chorus] You wanted humble. I brought expensive. You wanted quiet. I got offensive. You wanted something easy to break— Baby, I'm the fucking mistake You can't escape. [Chorus] I'm your bad habit, baby, Go ahead, get addicted. You said I'm too much? Bitch, that's the point. I was never made to be predictable. Pretty, petty, problematic, Say my name like automatic. Love me, hate me— Either way, You're gonna fucking remember me. I'm your bad habit, baby. You knew exactly what you wanted. [Bridge] Don't call me crazy 'cause I heard you perfectly. Don't call me difficult 'cause you couldn't handle me. You wanted a fantasy. I gave you reality. Now look at you... Still fucking watching. [Breakdown] Bite your tongue. Watch your mouth. You wanted trouble? I AM IT. Say I'm toxic. Say I'm vain. Say my name Like you fucking hate it. You can run. You can hide. But you can't Unwant me. [Final Chorus] I'm your bad habit, baby, Go ahead, get addicted. You said I'm too much? Bitch, that's the point. I was never made to be predictable. Pretty, petty, problematic, Too damn loud to be dramatic. Love me, hate me— Either way, You're gonna fucking remember me. I'm your bad habit, baby. And you knew that from the fucking start.