[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
We 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 the 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