Nice Guys Finish Last (Posse Cut)

Lyrics

[Ad-Libs: Solo & Joyride] "I was gonna talk about it... it's like a bit happier and brighter than I thought it would be." "Well, this isn't gonna be anywhere near the—what the finished beat will be I don't reckon." [Verse 1: Solo] On the footpath out the front of Oxford Arts Stinging for a stiff drink in a short glass Junkies and cop cars rushing past And I'm thinking there could be a bit of mischief on the cards It was a Friday night and the treble was clanging And the hipsters was hanging, and the ladies was banging So uh... me and the fellas are looking for companions In the corner chatting to these chicks, tryna make it happen And as far as I can tell, it's all going swell Vibing out, just hanging with my mademoiselle But I wasn't planning on that everyman for himself When my boy's step in and start chatting as well I figure it's game over, that's stiff competition See my man's got a way with women Self fashioned Casanova, the other has a lady at home, but He's still on a mission to fill his quota And sure enough, next thing you know they're both pairing up And I'm back to square one thinking, 'Fuck it, I'm done' So I catch a cab home down Parramatta Road Listen to the cabby chatter on his phone Breath fogging up the glass, city lights rushing past Damn, I shoulda seen it coming from the start [Chorus: Solo & Joyride] Nice guys finish last Good girls move too fast Now you're sitting in the back of your car Thinking that you've gone too far But you'll never know No, you'll never know 'Cause nice guys finish last [Verse 2: Seth Sentry] Oi Back in the day I made a song I can't escape that got A strange response and either played a lot or hated on Got asked a lot which café the song was based upon And did you date at all? What ever happened to the waitress from it? (Too many questions) Don't get me wrong, I'm about as nice as the bacon was But fuck it, play along and humour me As I rewind to two-thousand-and-eight and teleport, I'm staring at the salad fork She served me with the coffee that I drank in North Carlton half of the reason that I was stuck with that piece of shit Cup of coffee was she was lovely and made it for me The other half of the reason I was so comfortable eating there I was starved, it was cheap and I was so crazy poor I never asked for her name 'cause I was so shy Once I'd written a rhyme about her in case she thought I was crazy, or Maybe she'd hate it so I debated for ages And stayed away while I made up mind and ate at a sandwich store One day I thought, 'Fuck it, I'll play it for her She'll probably love it and throw her apron off on the tabletop Or some fucking fairytale in the making So later on I went back to that café holding "The Waitress Song" (You know the one) I walked up to the counter, smiled and waited for her (And) Then I found out that she was fired the day before (Gutted) [Chorus: Solo & Joyride] Nice guys finish last Good girls move too fast Now you're sitting in the back of your car Thinking that you've gone too far But you'll never know No, you'll never know 'Cause nice guys finish last [Post-Chorus: Joyride] And I should know 'Cause I'm sitting at the back of the pack Man, I should have seen this coming from the start Nice guys finish last [Verse 3: Drapht] You see There were seven billion people on the planet And you managed to make others matter as much as a mannequin It's more than magic, more than just a magician Fishin' another fucking rabbit out of his hat again And you were angelic as Marilyn And you were seen searchin' for Jimmy Dean And I wasn't even rappin' then, granted that I was barely even a man, a little like Billy Madison Nah—nah, fuck it, I ain't havin' it Haha, fuck up, who you lying to? If she called invitin', you'd be like a spider bitin' you Dude, you'd be droppin' everythin' but evidently in the friend-zone Rather share a Bento box And play Nintendo than ever have you enterin' the bedroom On death row, headed home alone While the cabbie stopped for petrol I was hangin' off my phone on some bullshit [Outro: Joyride] Now you're sitting in the back of your car (Your car) Thinking that you gone too far (Too far) Chasing popped collars at the bar The type who be paying on card You ain't gotta look so hard But you'll never know No, you'll never know Nice guys finish last