Player One, Still Southern Soul ldp

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PLAYER ONE, STILL — DJ DR LOVE

[Intro — deep spoken voice]
Hold on.
Let me find my glasses.
All right.
Who said the old man couldn't play?
007 FM.
Player one.

[Hook]
Player one, still got game in my hands,
Deep bass rolling while the whole screen dance.
Gray in the beard, little grin on my face,
Might need one warm-up, then I'm back in the race.
Player one, let the next round load,
Got nowhere to be, let the evening unfold.
Win some, lose some, run that back,
Dr Love on the sticks with a brand-new track.

[Verse 1]
Dusted off the console, found the second control,
Old save file sitting like a time capsule.
PS3 waiting, 360 beside it,
Got a little free time, figured I should try it.
Opening tune hit a place in my mind,
Took me straight back without moving through time.
Used to squeeze a game in before getting some rest,
Now I can learn the buttons without watching what's next.
First turn wrong, drove clean off the track,
Talked to the television, leaned my whole body back.
Like leaning in the chair gonna help that car steer,
Caught myself laughing with nobody else here.
Pause for a second, put my drink out of reach,
I know how this goes when the finish gets steep.

[Scratch Break]
Play-play-player one!
Run it-run it back!
Dr Love!
Let that low end attack!

[Verse 2]
Phone rings, old friend says, "What you doing today?"
I said, "Getting humbled by a game I used to play."
He said, "You still got that one? Man, I remember that."
Next thing, we talking about a decade way back.
Put him on speaker, let him hear me miss the jump,
He laughs so loud that the whole room jumps.
Says, "You always blame the buttons when you land in last."
I say, "Some things improve, some traditions last."
Later on I hear a little menu-screen tone,
Get a whole new idea for a beat of my own.
Turn the game off, put a rhythm underneath,
Make that little spark into something I can keep.
That's the way it happens when the day stays loose,
One kind of playing leads to something brand new.

[Bridge — deep spoken voice]
Ain't too grown to have fun.
Ain't too old to learn a move.
Sometimes you just need
Something you don't have to be good at.

[Final Hook]
Player one, still got game in my hands,
Deep bass rolling while the whole screen dance.
Gray in the beard, little grin on my face,
Might need one warm-up, then I'm back in the race.
Player one, let the next round load,
Got nowhere to be, let the evening unfold.
Win some, lose some, run that back,
Dr Love on the sticks with a brand-new track.

[Outro — spoken]
One more round.
Yeah, I know what I said an hour ago.
This time I mean it.
007 FM.

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PLAYER ONE, STILL — DJ DR LOVE [Intro — deep spoken voice] Hold on. Let me find my glasses. All right. Who said the old man couldn't play? 007 FM. Player one. [Hook] Player one, still got game in my hands, Deep bass rolling while the whole screen dance. Gray in the beard, little grin on my face, Might need one warm-up, then I'm back in the race. Player one, let the next round load, Got nowhere to be, let the evening unfold. Win some, lose some, run that back, Dr Love on the sticks with a brand-new track. [Verse 1] Dusted off the console, found the second control, Old save file sitting like a time capsule. PS3 waiting, 360 beside it, Got a little free time, figured I should try it. Opening tune hit a place in my mind, Took me straight back without moving through time. Used to squeeze a game in before getting some rest, Now I can learn the buttons without watching what's next. First turn wrong, drove clean off the track, Talked to the television, leaned my whole body back. Like leaning in the chair gonna help that car steer, Caught myself laughing with nobody else here. Pause for a second, put my drink out of reach, I know how this goes when the finish gets steep. [Hook] Player one, still got game in my hands, Deep bass rolling while the whole screen dance. Gray in the beard, little grin on my face, Might need one warm-up, then I'm back in the race. Player one, let the next round load, Got nowhere to be, let the evening unfold. Win some, lose some, run that back, Dr Love on the sticks with a brand-new track. [Scratch Break] Play-play-player one! Run it-run it back! Dr Love! Let that low end attack! [Verse 2] Phone rings, old friend says, "What you doing today?" I said, "Getting humbled by a game I used to play." He said, "You still got that one? Man, I remember that." Next thing, we talking about a decade way back. Put him on speaker, let him hear me miss the jump, He laughs so loud that the whole room jumps. Says, "You always blame the buttons when you land in last." I say, "Some things improve, some traditions last." Later on I hear a little menu-screen tone, Get a whole new idea for a beat of my own. Turn the game off, put a rhythm underneath, Make that little spark into something I can keep. That's the way it happens when the day stays loose, One kind of playing leads to something brand new. [Bridge — deep spoken voice] Ain't too grown to have fun. Ain't too old to learn a move. Sometimes you just need Something you don't have to be good at. [Final Hook] Player one, still got game in my hands, Deep bass rolling while the whole screen dance. Gray in the beard, little grin on my face, Might need one warm-up, then I'm back in the race. Player one, let the next round load, Got nowhere to be, let the evening unfold. Win some, lose some, run that back, Dr Love on the sticks with a brand-new track. [Outro — spoken] One more round. Yeah, I know what I said an hour ago. This time I mean it. 007 FM.

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