Liam Sandler - Tickets Lyrics

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Tickets Lyrics Liam Sandler

Verse 1: (Liam)

Hey, I was chillin’ at lunch with my PB&J

When this kid walks up, lookin’ serious, okay

He said, “Yo, write a song, prom’s coming fast

But this school is hella broke, I know coins in the glass

No streamers, no snacks, not even a DJ

But we’re still tryna party in the yk grade way.”

Pre-Chorus:

He said, “Tell all your friends, yeah, spread it around

We need tickets sold if we want this party.”

And I felt, I felt so special when he came up to me

I do everyday, but I’ll cook him up for what he needs

He said, “You write songs, right? Like them TikTok bars

Make it hot, makе it viral, make it go to the stars

Tell еveryone we need cash, tell them fast, no cap

Cause right now this prom lookin’ like a trap.”

Then he handed me a flyer that was scribbled in pen

Said buy a ticket soon or, we ain’t dancin’ again

Verse 2:

So you get up, and then you sit back down

Cause you’re just a lazy bum who only knows how to lie around

(Nah, I’m kidding. Nah, don’t put that in the song.)

Pre-Chorus 2:

Pull up to the school, like who that be?

I’m with the gang in an SUV

Tickets in the pocket, we feelin’ VIP

Even the huzz in the back yellin’ save me a seat

Stick’s Verse:

Get your tickets now, don’t wanna get left behind

Got Stick, Felix, Liam, you know we keep on that grind

If we save up, we can be fine, dine

But apparently we are broke and stuck in between the lines

If you miss out, that’s something you will regret

Please help out the crew or else they will even get

Verse 3: (Liam)

I was walking past, real quiet, real chill

But MR CEPHUS was speaking loud with that spill

Talkin’ bout budgets, prom, and the struggle

Like we ain’t even tryin’, we’re deep in the trouble

He said we’re broke, we got no dough

Prom’s a mess, and it’s all on the low

I’ma keep it simple, I’ma keep it high

If you don’t buy tickets, we’re all gonna die

Pre-Chorus 3:

Nah, I’m jokin’, nah, it ain’t like that

But we’re gonna be sad if we don’t get our money back

So buy tickets for the dance! Yay!



Outro:

(Like, what sucks is they’re gonna play this at the dance. Good.)

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