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I wrote this one evening after working on a Kid Rock music video. I wrote it more as a goof on the current pop scene but it always seemed to keep coming back up among my band and our audiences. This is the original scratch groove and vocal. I didn't want to lose the feel so I stuck with it. Hope you dig.
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Lyrics
Cruisin round town in a beat up Chevrolet
Too high, too hot, too tired
to know what to do today
Just another dumb punk
With a turntable and a couple of grooves
Not really caring how, or who he moves
Some fat cat with a shiny gold smile
Promised to take me on a trip
Across the miracle mile
The harder they come
The faster they fall away
You were King for a day
The harder they try
The quicker they fly right by
Ya better live well til ya die
They made me the man, undrestand?
The beautiful ambiguity
Cause the suits uptown
They saw my sale-ability
To make a long story short
I got all I dreamed about
The dough, the 'ho, the vintage Dyna-Flo
Was even ringside when Tyson got knocked out
The harder they come
The faster they fall away
You were King for a day
The harder they try
The quicker they ride right by
Ya better live well til ya die
Still crusin 'round town in a beat up Chevrolet
Still too high to know what to do today
Just another dumb punk with a turntable and a couple of grooves
But today I fade away and become yesterday's news
The harder they come
The faster they fall away
You were King for a day
The harder they row up the stream
Ya gotta live by whatch mean
Too high, too hot, too tired
to know what to do today
Just another dumb punk
With a turntable and a couple of grooves
Not really caring how, or who he moves
Some fat cat with a shiny gold smile
Promised to take me on a trip
Across the miracle mile
The harder they come
The faster they fall away
You were King for a day
The harder they try
The quicker they fly right by
Ya better live well til ya die
They made me the man, undrestand?
The beautiful ambiguity
Cause the suits uptown
They saw my sale-ability
To make a long story short
I got all I dreamed about
The dough, the 'ho, the vintage Dyna-Flo
Was even ringside when Tyson got knocked out
The harder they come
The faster they fall away
You were King for a day
The harder they try
The quicker they ride right by
Ya better live well til ya die
Still crusin 'round town in a beat up Chevrolet
Still too high to know what to do today
Just another dumb punk with a turntable and a couple of grooves
But today I fade away and become yesterday's news
The harder they come
The faster they fall away
You were King for a day
The harder they row up the stream
Ya gotta live by whatch mean
datafunk
you just grooved me you know, I like everything in this track, ultimate bass and voices, chorus is just a perfect variation, even loved your lyrics (and i'm very bad at lyrics...). oh what a track!