The tempo, rhythm and tone from song to song are nearly identical in essence making it one big 70-minute compilation of nonspecific flexing over “type-beat” trap instrumentals.
This album fails to either navigate into new territory long enough to hold attention or do anything to further NAV as an artist. It isn't inherently bad, but it isn't great either.
Guest spots by Young Thug and the Weeknd inject some much-needed personality into Bad Habits, but it's not enough to save the album from its own blandness.
Combine this with painfully repetitive production ... and that Bad Habits includes more blatant misogyny and homophobia than any project in recent memory and you start to pine for a simpler time, only a few weeks ago, when Nav had supposedly put down the mic for good.
He’s laid back to the point of not caring, an attitude which means that even if his music sticks in your head momentarily, it won’t endure, as there simply isn’t enough here beyond the most surface level kind of flossing.