The Club Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Thank God it's Friday
Got my pay check 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 f****** Friday, I'm getting drunk and we gonna' kick it
Then my friend's like hey man what's going on? (I don't know)
We all know though that we're gonna' get drunk at the club
Get it crunk to the same s*** we did the week before
Meet at the (?)
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
7 for a drink and 15 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 (woop woop) they're done and there're plenty
I got 2 dollars, ah charge it, bartender a round of henney!

We're going to the club, club
Pour me another one, gotta get numb, numb
Hopefully end up with a girl I can f***, f***
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?
[Verse 2]
I'm on the wall drunk as f***
Like this sucks, I'm hell'a bored
Decided to cut the (?) with a female like (?) 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 hell'a orange
My homie's like Mack, what you tell her for? She was feeling you
Dawg I could peel her (?), this is why she ain't been out Florida
The white girls are looking for some big black d***
The black girls are all (Yeah he's cute for a white guy but that's about it)
Asians kicking with Asians
And the Latino's are to 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 aah pappy", I'd be like *ptt*... Sorry
Think I'mma buy you a drink? Better find you a shrink (I'm rich b****, psych)
I slang CD's and grind tapes, bet your boyfriend can't spit
Get the c*** to vibrate
I should of stayed home, I get more chicks on MySpace

[Verse 3]
There's that sweaty girl (Sweaty girl)
In the corner on Evan
Thinking she's in a Missy video but really looks like a r*****
And there's the wall muggers (Wall muggers)
That shout just to seem hard
And there's the ball suckers (ball suckers)
That fight and just seem odd
I spent 75 dollars and these drinks don't work
Who the hell's this ugly, taint, s****
Why are my friends in pink shirts
My hat's to big
My air-force's were clean when I came here, now they're stained in beer and who pee'd 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 c****
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!

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