SLAINE - Night After Night lyrics

[R&B sample] "Night after night, the same old story" "Day after day, the same old thing" [Intro: Slaine] This sh** is all funny (take this back to 1999) sh** is f**ed up right now (take it back to '96 style) I made it~! I made it in this game (Yo let's take it back to '91 style!) But I'm still hungry for more (Yo f** it man let's take it back to '89...) I ain't get what I'm supposed to get yet [Slaine] I came in this game with integrity and a provocative promise Stepped in the booth with my youth sipping vodka and orange Juice I sip it, it beat beefs and rocking performance Mind in a cloudy haze and my shotgun's enormous I'm mopping the floor with you dudes with legs that couldn't run fast In the hood where guns blast, h**n is king It never meant a thing; I ain't gettin young fast, I'm getting older Now I got a colder, smile than I ever had Doggy I'm a hater I'm forever mad You live in never never land and got a head that I can sever fast Shout out to Ill Bill, Cypress Hill, and Everlast D.M.S. we ride the storm until the weather pa** My fists, forever fast with combinations An abomination even when I'm calm and patient sleeping like a trauma patient You claim king homey you live in your momma's basement I'm a Knight at the Round Table chilling with God and Satan [Hook: scratched] (Night after night) "Night after night, the same old story" (The same sh**) "Day after day, the same old thing" [Slaine] These are the words of a manifesto - and I'm the author of it The razor blades spit to leave a slit across your stomach The wisdom and change are trapped inside my torture summit They fall asleep in the tub and leave the faucet running Am I a visionary prophet cause I saw sh** coming? A reflection in the gla** with the crosses hung and I'm a young and dumb and full of cum but I could pull a gun For no other reason, show you where the bullets from I spent many nights getting bent with Henny right Writing rhymes staying in my lane that sh** is plenty white Come on I came up, I'm making it happen But I'm takin back, whoever thought I'd make this sh** rapping? But I'm here [Hook] [Slaine] Going for the gusto my brothers, I f** it up for my nuccas Throw dice with my right hand just a couple bucks from a hundred See him paint the picture vivid like he must have been from it I ain't never gave a f** or adjusted to none it Holding bottles in the air drinking substances from it I been through the dark, I know what it was to become it I plummet, fall fall into the madness My habits got me on the knees, crawling to the sadness My ladder's, got broken steps mad at what matters And mad at the mirror, I leave the sh** battered and shattered I've had it with addicts, I've had it I'm erratic erratic Peace to Statik and every junkie who lives in a shack... Peace [Hook] [Outro] PEACE!!!