Nice Guys Finish Last (Posse Cut)

[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