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Bad Habits
Written, composed and produced by Noga Erez And Ori Rousso
Directed by Shlomy Reuven, Morch Landsberg, Noga Erez And Ori Rousso
Filmed by Shlomy Reuven
Art by Morch Landsberg
Edited by Ori Rousso And Noga Erez
Special Effect by Zehava Galon
Drums :Ran Jacobovitz And Ori Rousso
Mixed by Ori Rousso And Ido Ohayon
Recorded at DoriT Studio - Tel - Aviv
Bad Habits:
Mama, nowhere to go, please talk to me
Mama years left behind no future in sight
Mama warts, wounds, blood, stains, sweat in my eyes
Mama dirt, mud, glass, nails, scratches in my mouth
My my, nowhere to go, please talk to me
I can’t hear, no line, trigger finger, stand by
Mama can’t keep quiet though I know the place is wired
Cracking walls, my thoughts are leaking
Wet traces on the floor
I’m no one but who the fuck are you?
I pass that black flag,
got a habit of looking away but the warning shines neon
You put the well there, tough love with tough tests you put me on now
Mama nowhere to go, please talk to me
My my years left behind no future in sight
Mama, soft land please, make it fast and sweet
Crash, drown, who knows
Tell you right before I go
That's my letter
Best revenge I won’t see u later
Words speak louder than actions
I hope you read it and hit rock bottom
I hope your wife will die out of boredom
I hope your children say you disgust them,
Your nothing for them
Your time is almost over
The final act,
I smile when you break you are so fake,
and I’m so ready, air becomes heavy,
Around my machete, I feel so sweaty, I feel so dirty,
you did what Soprano did to Moltisanti
The bell is for me, I guess it’s time
Excuse me but I’ve got a ladder to climb
That’s my cue, I’m through
Now you're no one, fuck you