Everlast

Everlast - Some Nights Are Better Than Others guitar tab

Some Nights (Are Better Than Others)

E V E R L A S T

Tabbed By Aaron Bridgeman (rokken@sicness.net)

http://bogans.arecool.net

On the today e.p.

Not many people would know it, but it's good anyway.

RAP SAMPLE BIT

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Rap bit repeated for whole song. Hard.

LYRICS!!!

Some nights are better than others

Some fights are left to bum brothers

Some nights are better than others

Some fights are left to bum brothers

You know the freaks come out at night with the drama

I'm a break it down, take it down, learn it

Roll it up, burn it, think it

Stir it up, drink it, swallow it

Follow it straight to the heart of the matter

Program the data, turn on the lights

Watch them all scatter, from the shine off the glean

Course by my team, it's the high pro glow

One for the show, two for the handgun

Three, the one you man run when it's time for the action

All the stories you told are bound to get old

When your hands ain't as fast as the words you flippin'

Word to Scottie Pippin, got to be trippin'

You must have been slippin', or want the ass whippin'

It's time to start flippin'

CHORUS: (3x)

Some nights are better than others

Break it down to the bare root essence

Some fights are left to bum brothers

Count your fingers then count your blessins

They say blood runs thicker than water

Mothers to sons, bullets to guns

Hard times a spreadin', just like the flu

The voodoo child don't need to be raised

I'm no kid act wild son, you might get blazed

Like an acid hit, I rock classic shit

That can make your head bump, put some shake in your rump

This ain't Forrest Gump but I got mad rhyme

Why you shoot that gun, I'm a shoot this gift

Leave you internally perplexed like the question if

Some hit the spliff, some of y'all sniff

Some clap the hammer when they pull a four fifth

But most of y'all fry, kid let's be blunt

You try to be the man I be on the man hunt

CHORUS (8x)

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