the club

Lyrics

, thank god it's friday, got my paycheck and i'm going home, leaving my job, on the highway, turn up my stereo, because last weekend sucked, but this one's gonna be different, because it's fucking friday, i'm getting drunk and we gonna kick it, then my friend's like, "hey man, what's going on?", we all know though that we're gonna get drunk at the club, get it crunk to the same shit we did the week before, meet at the store, free funking in my house, in high school it was drinking games, bad house parties in ike's house, but now we go on the town, we gotta hit the club, we gotta spend them bucks, and we gotta get it crunk, seven for a drink and fifteen cash at the entrance, and thank heavens wells fargo's got overdraft protection, we walked up in, yes, they're spinning r.kelly's remix to the remix about a chick and skeeted on her belly, the females they're done and there're plenty, i got two dollars. ah, charge it, bartender a round of henny!, we're going to the club, club, pour me another one, gotta get numb, numb, hopefully end up with a girl i can fuck, fuck, oops, baby you know that i meant love, love, who's coming with me back to my tub, tub?, "now, macklemore, you know you ain't got no hot tub, man," tub, tub, shut up man, she don't know us, us, everybody toast your glasses, tonight's the best night ever, now who's getting hammered?, i'm on the wall drunk as fuck, like this sucks, i'm hella bored, decided to cut the rug with a female, like stellar on the floor, break her off her stiletto, sore, thought she was puerto rican, started talking, i'm like, "woops, it's a honky, she's just hella orange", my homie's like, "mack, what you tell her for? she was feeling you", "dawg, i could peel her foo, this is washington not florida", the white girls are looking for some big black dick, the black girls are all, "yeah he's cute for a white guy, but that's about it", asians kicking with asians, and the latinos are too beautiful, wish i could confidently be like, "girl you don't know what i could do to you", get her back to the pad and probably bust in my pants, she'd be like, "ooh, ah, pappy," i'd be like. sorry, think i'mma buy you a drink? better find you a shrink, i sling cds and grind tapes, bet your boyfriend can't spit, get the clit to vibrate, i should have stayed home, i get more chicks on myspace, there's that sweaty girl, in the corner on e-bomb, thinking she's in a missy video but really looks like a retard, and there's the wall muggers, that shout just to seem hard, and there's the ball suckers, that fight and just seem odd, i spent seventy-five dollars and these drinks don't work, who the hell's this ugly, taint skank?, why are my friends in pink shirts?, my hat's too big, my air-force's were clean when i came here, now they're stained in beer, and who peed on my white tee?, i thought this was the spot, i was supposed to get jocked, there's a dude talking on chickens and they're clucking for cocks, funny thing is, we're all insecure, that's why we call the bartender and tell him to give us a beer, until our judgement is blurred and little voices slush and they slur, we getting faded, waking up hungover and going to work, do it every weekend, this is the life, you better peep it, and it ain't no secret the club sucks, but do we go?, better believe it!,