Written By: Bryan Holland

Lyrics (Start at 0:31):

Hey, man, you know I’m really okay
The gun in my hand will tell you the same
But when I’m in my car, don’t give me no crap
’Cause the slightest thing and I just might snap, and, oh

When I go driving, I stay in my lane
But getting cut off, it makes me insane
Open the glove box, reach inside
Gonna wreck this fucker’s ride

Guess I got a bad habit
Of blowing away (Yeah, yeah)
Got a bad habit (Yeah, yeah)
And it ain’t going away (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

They say the road’s a dangerous place
If you flip me off, I’ll get in your face
You drive on my ass, your foot’s on the gas
And your next breath is your last

Guess I got a bad habit
Of blowing away (Yeah, yeah)
Got a bad habit (Yeah, yeah)
And it ain’t going away (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh-oh

Drivers are rude
Such attitudes
But when I show my piece
Complaints cease
Something’s odd
I feel like I’m God
You stupid, dumbshit, goddamn, motherfucker

Oh, I open the glove box, reach inside
Gonna wreck this fucker’s ride

Guess I got a bad habit
Of blowing away (Yeah, yeah)
Got a bad habit (Yeah, yeah)
And it ain’t going away (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh-oh