[Intro]

Coming through your speakers

It's the end of the scenic route

But we routed to

To the podium or sum

Scrap that

[Verse 1]

Bad habits

Black magic

Lost souls

In a black haven

Wonder where you go to find Heaven?

Peace found inside that black bottle

We got mad patterns

We got mad patterns

Black habits

Smoke said

But we smoke up

When we getting so fed

Up with the bullshit, show me a pulpit

Pull me a rope, 'cause you're done with the pushing

'Cause, we got mad patterns

Wе got mad patterns

[Verse 2]

Mama said go with the flow

Papa said know who you who know

And trust in yourself, but you trust in thе sex

And the women every night telling you you the best

What’s next? When you living off stress

And the pain in your heart moving like a moped, bros dead

Blood in my notepad, that’s lead

So the ink stay blessed

Play it like chess

Don’t play it like checkers

True to the pain

And relate to the records

Fuck every needle, skip every pistol

It’s never too late just to change to a new you

But, we got mad patterns

(I fucked that up, but keep it...we got)

[Verse 3]

Bad habits, black magic

Lost souls inside a black haven

But the outside looking Matt Damon

A trilogy for your identity

By the things I do, they gon' remember me

What’s the remedy

For these mad patterns?

Yeah, these mad patterns

I came from a jungle

Beast of a burden

Born with a curse

But I'm blessed with a garden

Still I see some my niggas out hanging

Still banging, and ganging

'Cause of mad patterns

I swear to God...yeah, these mad patterns

[Verse 3a]

Depression is real, and that shit can kill

Who really the saviour, a meme or a mil?

For the mad patterns, but I’m back serving

Food for thought

On a new resort, filled with mad patterns

Call me black Samson

Or black Jesus

Put you soul in it