King Reza - All Night, Every Day lyrics

Night and day I have my sungla**es on So I can see through the fog And miss the shade Purple rain And all I wanted was you Honey I wasn't a fool The times have changed I could glorify a ride down a slippery slope I could dare to risk it all as a different rose I could warn you of my thorns or omit the pokes Til ya coronary artery gets too close My heartbeat take a hard beating An artiiist with some hard feelings Harp-ing that they want leading But they can't make up your mind We ain't got a tour guide, day n night in chore mind (Hook) All night and every day Baby stay close to me All night and every day Baby stay close to me Always got a vial at my hip Bowl to get the violet lit Ultralight in this b**h, who gon ride with the kid? I been beltin out bars like Orion I spit Shine- til you burn out Shine- til your core is superma**ive and becomes a black hole Shine- cause you're just some a**hole Til you Shine- get your f**in a** woke Nights I'm staring at the ceiling Walk around awake, same feeling Just like it isn't s'posed to be That's why I keep her close to me (Hook) I only got so many years left I only got so many fears left N dyin ain't one of em Gettin hurt ain't one of em I only got so much time I might as well spend some high I might as well be high always All smoke, all bumps, all needles all ways Man my life gettin real boring Man they always askin me for more things Man I'm only askin for some morphine Finished bein Chore Boy tryna be more fiend Been an addicted type Methodology been crystallized Always finna take a vice too far Life gettin too hard ain't a drug too hard (Hook) Cope by altering the aesthetic Hallucinogenics and anesthetics Son of a couple of crazy chemists Done when they call in the paramedics Take your pity to a party where it belongs Leave me by my lonesome solo smokin outta three bongs Lookin out a window cynically with my third eye Pleasure of the worst kind, love is just a word, right? Dan Rahrig Under Great Stress Always when I show the world my great-ness They expectin failure but I ain't yet Roll the dice again and do what fate let (DRUGS) Dan Rahrig Under Great Stress Come & take a peak at my apex Summit up my zenith a great crest Wave hellogoodbye do what fate let (Hook) Back in a new sitch Never known to be not a nuisance Always in your way on some boo-hiss Think I see the future like Confucius They ain't interested what the truth is All kinds of d** in my system The sweat out my skin it steadily glisten Prisms full of psychedelic colors Pray that no one phone home to my mother E.T. phonin home to his brothers Bout to tell em to pick me up, pick me up Took a bunch of downers need a pick me up Now I'm on a rocket with a different thrust Lookin for a succubus, relieved, told her ride me in my sleep I hope she s** away my dreams Maybe then my demons leave me be Baby leave me be Come back Come back Come back (Hook) Up lookin like down around my way Prolly never gonna come down I'm on my way Make whoever bummin around get out my way N be back for anyone out who doubt my way Or who doubt my name, Chore Boy for the people, People need to keep my name away from people peep'n shade amid the scene I see the same array of equals under may I need to see a rivalry I can compete to - me too Split personalities who pal wit me they see through Only in the shadows can they see you - me too Superma**ive black hole and my grip about to reach you Reaper sewing me a matching fleece too - evil (me too) He who has bones to pick He who has casts stones in rolls Dice over coals and kits Let's see how close it goes Let's see how close we get Let's see how close we get Let's see how close we get Let's see how close we get (Hook) D.R.U.G.'n is a habit, get like me D.R.U.G.'n is a habit, get like me Get like me, what's there to lose? Maybe just yourself in the groove, winter blues Blues Blues Winter blues, lonely as you Nothin to prove, somethin to lose Myself in the groove Comfortable in my own skin only when it's pressed to someone else's They only love me when I'm selfish I felt it I'm helpless when faced with my own addictions My own traditions, weed I can't afford, ink I can't afford Think I can't conform but that was a choice How I still got so much teenage angst left in my voice? Boisterous boy doin chores cause he has to Comb my hair to the side, preach to the choir like Chris Matthews Bullsh** factuals I hit the punch card and I'm screamin in my head again Headed to my crib to grab the medicine Day n Nite