“Bad Habits” was originally a promo track from Kerser, but he decided to make it an album track when he announced his sixth album.

The song is about his addiction to Alprazolam, more commonly referred to as… Read More [Verse 1]

I don't know how deep to go

But I'ma let it all out, so come peep the show

Got my first Xanny off my mate, I ain't gonna say his name

It was fun at the start, I used to treat it like a game

This around the time when The Nebulizer dropped

I was on all types of shit, but there’s one I couldn’t stop

And it played with my brain, but I focused on the music

I focused so much, didn't realise I abused it

Never had a plan to stop, not in that prediction

Going through fame, couldn't see I had addictions

One turned to two, turned to three, turned to four

Then I need 'bout six a day, a little bit more

Mixin' it with lean, gotta stop people seein'

What the damages can be just by lookin' at me, shit

What to do 'cause I feel like a fool

And I hate any rapper makin' Xannies look cool

Shit was gettin' bad, I was filled up with hateful

Thoughts in my mind, I would argue with April

Agreed I would stop, shit, I'll give it a go

By the first fuckin' night, felt like slittin' my throat

Second night, my body shaking, the ambulance appear

And I'm thinkin' in my mind, what the fuck they doing here?

Suddenly I'm caught up and there's no time to muck round

Lucky I got here, 'cause my body 'bout to shut down

[Verse 2]

Back to square one, nah, man, you can't quit

You gotta wean yourself off, that's some hard shit

What the fuck, man? My brain is a mess

I can't remember that much, feel the pain in my legs

I wish it was that easy, I could give up and go

And people still got the hide to tell me pick up my phone

Maybe that's my fault, I didn't speak on it much

I didn't see it as a problem, I would keep it from cunts

Rates could always tell when I couldn't pronounce

Certain words, brain dead, yeah, should I be proud?

Anxiety was killin' me, the doctors couldn't deal with me

Put me on a program, cut me down off the pills and weed

All scared, 'cause I feel on my own

I told 'em "let me chill", now they think I'm dissin' 'em, bro

Waking up tired, I gotta take more pills

And I don't even wanna take 'em, is this fuckin' for real?

Losin' touch with myself, it's like reality's false

It's like I’m walkin' around without havin' a pulse

It's a feelin' of death, or like nothin' is left

Lose air, I'm holdin' my chest, just put a hole in my head

You see, the older I get, it's gettin' scary as fuck

I'm like an eighteen in the head, I weren't aware of those drugs

The shit that they cause, I talk to mirrors on walls

I don't need this shit ever, but to pills I will fall

I opened up on No Rest, told cunts everything

That I done ice, didn't leave out anything

I quit that shit, yeah, I left it flat dead

That was five years ago, they still think I'm a crackhead

If that's what we're goin' off, fuck me dead

In five years, I'll be clean, they'll be calling me a Xanny head

Funny how the world works for a paycheque

Once the fame hit, I became a train wreck

I wasn't shit anyway, so why does it count?

Why so many people love me? I can't figure it out

But I'm tellin' you now, don't you follow my path

Look, you couldn’t if you tried 'cause I'm goin' in hard

Fuckin' poppin' a pill just to go out today

How'd I end up like this? I don't know, it's a way

Well, I'm blamin' the fame, yeah, I said it before

But it's enough to make me high, feel like endin' it all, but I

Brush it off, got the fans on my side, too

And my girl and my brothers and the whole crew

Spillin' the truth, it's like all I can do

That's why I don't have time for rappers that are saying they true

When they lied to their fans, apologise in the end

I never lied to mine, and this is why I'm the man

I tell you what I'm goin' through, I don't care what they think

That's why I'm triple-popping pills, leaning over the sink

I'm almost fuckin' crying as I'm writin' this shit

'Cause of all my close ones and the lives I affect

I came from the bottom, I made it my problem

Created the option, now fame has adopted

My brain, gotta stop it, insane, I am not this

Strange, we got Scott sick, I'ma watch a clock tick

Just fuck off, I said it, just fuck off

If I won't have my tablets, I'll find a bridge to jump off

Fucking idiots, thinking that the shit is cool

Till they dyin' in the vomit of their own drool

What I meant to say? Don’t do what I done

I've cut down on the program, yeah, I've won

Repped it from the street, turned into a star then

Caught a fucking habit on the Xanax but the bars went

Crazy and I'm just dealin' with fame

I just want my fans to know that I’ll still be the same

I'm good