Macklemore - The Club lyrics

[Verse 1:] 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 s**ed But this one's gonna be different Because it's f**ing 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 sh** 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 (woop, woop) they're done and there're plenty I got two dollars... ah, charge it, bartender a round of Henny! [Hook:] 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 gla**es, tonight's the best night ever Now who's getting hammered? [Verse 2:] I'm on the wall drunk as f** Like this s**s, 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'm rich b**h, psych") 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 [Hook] [Verse 3:] There's that sweaty girl (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 (wall muggers) That shout just to seem hard And there's the ball s**ers (ball s**ers) 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 co*ks 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 s**s, but do we go? Better believe it! [Hook]