White Devil

White Devil - One Ticket To The Party lyrics

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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 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 Roman 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....Dog,

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 face and a job that you still hate

Thanks to Evan Croy for these lyrics

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