A Day On The Golf Course

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Derek McKeith

Derek McKeith is an American singer, songwriter and music producer whose sound and style is sometimes compared to Lenny Kravitz and Prince. Born in New York City to William Morris agent Sam McKeith, who had helped guide the early careers of Stevie Wonder and Bruce Springsteen, and actress/producer Sheila Frazier, McKeith moved to Los Angeles with his mother, where he began his music career aspirations. In 2009, he produced his debut album, Signature, which received moderate airplay, while over 80 percent of the album's sales were made over the Internet. McKeith has also received accolades for his live shows at B.B. King's in New York, and The Roxy Theater in West Hollywood, as well as by the website Soul-Patrol.com. more »

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Now I was like walking, not halfin but steady steppin
I was not D. Hines, but I was still a Lethal Weapon
To get this girl Amy was my game of sorts
I met her last week at the golfing course
Par 1, Par 2, Par 3 it be the most beautifulest thing in this world
A birdie, not a hole in one
But hey what do you know
My scores refugeed from last weeks fourth hole
May I play through
She said you may my dear
My eyes glued to the thought of me poking her rear
In deep, in out, harder, harder
It never occurred to me that Amy was my bosses daughter
Now it's getting thick and the whole scenes a blur
Don't want to burn chasing kittens but to make them put
Would it be a blessing for our love to coerce
Where business deals are made
A day on the golf course

The grass is greener on the other side
Swing low

Oh how could this be
My balls in the tree
Coming through like that light skinned brotha Tony
To tell a story
About a girl no doubt
I hit the ball yelled four, now I'm knocking it out
A yo this chick behind me, damn it's hard that hiney
To catch me on a Sunday looking pretty, no I'm grimey
I'm that low down dirty that's my claim to fame
A pretty well groom grass with a long haired mane
So now it's on, will I ring the alarm
Another sound is dying so I shall move on
She wouldn't tell me her name, she kept it all in vain
She's six holes over Par
A yo she tossed the game

The grass is greener on the other side
Swing low

I used to be a Casanova, but then my game grew older
To be more mature is what I so endured
And take my time to set up my swing
To roll the ball in the hole then pleasure it brings
Swinging irons, like lumberjacks chopping trees
All the way from the Duet's to the Gebretski's
Fine young and slender
But of thoughts I do remember playing hop scotch on hearts
Not far from a pretender
Please baby please, I'm down on my knees
I dreaded locking on your island like the West Indies
Full of smoke, of which it was a cloud
I read a sound and it said no Mulligans allowed

The grass is greener on the other side
Swing low

My game was kind of funny, pairing of like gin rummy
Like a squirrel and a nut busting off in the tummy
All the way to the 18th hole I go
I slowed down for a little but still kept my flow
Do I play to the right or play to the left
I hit the ball down the fair, but still grief I catch
Can't make up my mind on just what to do
I asked my caddy for advice and now he's with my boo
I keep my head up saying it'll work out fine
But in the meantime please pass my 9
With one in the chamber and with the wrong goal
My grips too tight, I unlock and unload
Is it all worth it? A destiny foreseen
Burning like kerosene on a green filled dream
What's my purpose? Will my truth every surface
Will I get my respect or is my debt due service
I try to tell myself, It's all a game, it's all a game
But on the golf course is where my business deal was made

The grass is greener on the other side
Swing low

The grass is greener on the other side
Swing low

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