Copy of Kanye West A-Track Soul Mixtape

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So Help Me God

Kanye West - The Mall

Kanye West - I Cant Complain

Slave Name (feat. Ant Clemons)

Where did the love go

Pretty Girl (Remastered)

BAD HABIT HALO 

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Verse 1

You stroll in late with that holy grin,
Smelling like trouble and last night’s sin.
I’m readin’ scriptures in your crooked smile,
Tellin’ myself it’s just “this once” for a while.
Your shadow lands on my open door,
Funny how faith don’t matter anymore.
I light a match just to watch it fade —
You’re the sermon I shouldn’t have prayed.


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Pre-Chorus

But oh, you preach so sweet, I lose my ground…
I’m baptized every time you come around.
My common sense packed up and left —
Guess I’m the parish of your theft.


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Chorus

You got that bad habit halo, shining like gold,
Every warning whispered, I never stay cold.
Oh, you bless me dirty, you curse me divine —
And I keep kneelin’, drinkin’ your wine.
Baby, I know, I know…
You’re heaven I shouldn’t follow—
Still I fall under
Your bad habit halo.


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Verse 2

You pour your lies like a vintage red,
Smooth on the tongue, goes straight to the head.
I try to quit you like nicotine,
But you lace my lungs with what-might-have-been.
Your footsteps echo across my floor,
A hymn I swore I’d ignore.
Yet every vow I try to make
Melts like sugar in your wake.


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Pre-Chorus

You got a psalm for every bruise you write,
And I sing along like it’s my birthright…


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Chorus

You got that bad habit halo, shining like gold,
Every warning whispered, I never stay cold.
Oh, you bless me dirty, you curse me divine —
And I keep kneelin’, drinkin’ your wine.
Baby, I know, I know…
You’re heaven I shouldn’t follow—
Still I fall under
Your bad habit halo.


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Bridge 

Oh, it’s not a choice — just the route I always take.
You’re the headline sorrow I read when I wake.
I don’t call for mercy, haven’t in a while;
I just make a bed on the wreck of your smile.
You kept my heart where I can’t reach it no more—
Some locked-up drawer.
This ain’t love, sweetheart, just the quiet ache
Before the next heartbreak.


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Final Chorus 

That bad habit halo, dimmer than sin,
Still I crawl through the dark just to let you come in.
I bless the wrong hands, I shoulder the blame—
One more devoted fool in your losing game.
Baby, I know… I know…
You’re the weight tied deep to my shadow—
And I still sink under
Your bad habit halo.




Chicago

Roman Jablonski

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