Solo - Nice Guys Finish Last (Posse Cut) lyrics

[Ad-Libs: Solo & Joyride] "[?] it's 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 gla** Junkies and cop cars rushing past And I'm thinking there could be a bit of mischief on the cards I 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 f** 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 gla** city lights rushing past Damn I should of seen it coming from the start [Hook: 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 [Pre-Verse Ad-Lib: Seth Sentry] Oi [Verse 2: Seth Sentry] Back in the day I made a song I can't escape, it 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? Don't get me wrong, I'm about as nice as the bacon was But f** it, play along and humour me As I rewind to 2008 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 sh** Cup of coffee was she was lovely and made it for me The other half of the reason I was 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 incase 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, 'f** it, I'll play it for her She'll probably love it and throw her apron off On the tabletop or somethin', f**in' fairytale in the making So later on I went back to that cafe holding "The Waitress Song" I walked up to the counter, smiled and waited for her And then I found out that she was fired the day before [Hook: 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-Hook: 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 f**ing rabbit out of his hat again And you were angelic as Marilyn And you [?] searchin' for Jimmy Dean And I wasn't even rappin' then Granted [?] I was barely even a man, a little like Billy Madison Nah—nah, f** it, I ain't havin' it Haha, f** up, who you lying to? [?] caught him riding you be like a spider biting you Dude you been droppin' everythin' but evidently In the friendzone, rather share a Bento box And play Nintendo than ever have you entering the bedroom On d**h row, headed home alone While the cabbie stopped for petrol I was hangin' off my phone On some bullsh** [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