Steve Conte & The Crazy Truth - The Truth Ain't Pretty lyrics

I'm always putting the last things first 's why I'm starting out with the second verse I used to think crazy but now I think fast And I ain't in first place but I'm made to last Get down to the gritty Here in New York City The truth ain't pretty after all I'm always repeating myself again I'm always repeating myself again Ya tell me I'm a loser, now I need to win Well I ain't no saint and that ain't no sin This town's got no pity Ya feel high and then sh**ty The truth ain't pretty after all Right down to the gritty In New York City The truth ain't pretty - After all these years I still wake up on the floor Have we learned nothing here, they don't go away The troubles, the bars, the who*es - the Big Apple, rotten to the core Always repeating myself again (Always repeating myself again) I'm always repeating myself again (Always repeating myself again) Ya tell me I could use a little discipline (Always repeating myself again) But I feel like crawling right outta my skin Still down with the gritty Still in New York City Still the truth ain't pretty after all Get down to the gritty In New York City The truth ain't pretty after all Ain't pretty - after all Truth ain't pretty - after all Ain't pretty - after all