Letra One Ticket To The Party de White Devil original
Verse 1: Well, it's Friday and I can’t wait and like always my boss is fucking late he's doin the rounds and passing out checks while I’m fantasizing about wringing his neck He’s a trust fund kid doesn’t have to think Grin across his face like his shit don’t stink Can I take a bat to your head sir? Dat what I said sir, you ass kissing loser So the checks cashed and I’m headed home Grab some food and Mickey D’s to go A few Red Bulls for the road wouldn’t you know There’s a fine lady at the drive-thru window Get the digits, tell her to be ready for eight Not a fucking second late Liquor store run, smokes and gum Drop the Cosby kids off at the lake Chorus: You got one ticket to the party Checking out the hotties Everybody’s rollin’ in the shades It’s Friday night and you need to get away Fuck going back to work on Monday One ticket to the party Checking out the hotties Everybody’s rollin’ in the shades Saturday night and you getting faded 5 am and your still fucking wasted Verse 2: Show up at the house and you know she’s late Filing her nails and putting on the war paint It’s like she’s going into a battle, wearing a saddle Strap on in the bag for after (nice) She’s gotta few friends and they late too Let’s hope they’re hot and not still in highschool One hour later and I’m mad as hell Ditch the friends, fucking time to bail So the cars rollin’ and were on our way Some 50 cent loaded in the tray Grab the bowl, start the day Mile marker 8, we begin to fade (or bake) Show up late, clubs packed Sword fight, front to back Take my lady to the front row Kiss the bouncers ass and in we go Chorus: You got one ticket to the party Checking out the hotties Everybody’s rollin’ in the shades Late Sunday morning and it’s time to stop feel like shit, hit the IHOP One ticket to the party Checking out the hotties Everybody’s rollin’ in the shades Monday’s and your back at the rat race Ass for a face and a job that you still hate Verse 3: Excuse me! Hold the door I’m coming in Got a fake ID and a girlie friend Said her name was Sally and she’s a 23-tight Gave her a room and helmet just the other night (right) Her legs are long, bikini line white Dress her like a maid and bang her every night She gets me in the club so I keep her around....daaa tells me she loves me every time I go down on her Chorus: One ticket to the party Checking out the hotties Everybody’s rollin’ in the shades It’s Friday night and you need to get away Fuck going back to work on Monday (FUCK THAT!) One ticket to the party Checking out the hotties Everybody’s rollin’ in the shades Saturday night and you getting faded 5 am you still fucking wasted You got one ticket to the party Checking out the hotties Everybody’s rollin’ in the shades Late Sunday morning and it’s time to stop feel like shit, hit the IHOP One ticket to the party Checking out the hotties Everybody’s rollin’ in the shades Monday’s and your back at the rat race Ass for a face and a job that you still hate