TRASH PARTY
Pop punk with rap-rock influences. Distorted electric guitars play power chord progressions and palm-muted rhythmic patterns. A driving drum kit features a heavy snare and consistent eighth-note hi-hats. The bass guitar follows the root notes of the guitar with a bright, overdriven tone. Male vocals alternate between rhythmic, percussive rapping in the verses and melodic, high-energy singing in the choruses. The arrangement includes layered vocal harmonies and occasional gang vocals. The tempo is 160 BPM in the key of B Major.
TRASH PARTY
Pop punk with rap-rock influences. Distorted electric guitars play power chord progressions and palm-muted rhythmic patterns. A driving drum kit features a heavy snare and consistent eighth-note hi-hats. The bass guitar follows the root notes of the guitar with a bright, overdriven tone. Male vocals alternate between rhythmic, percussive rapping in the verses and melodic, high-energy singing in the choruses. The arrangement includes layered vocal harmonies and occasional gang vocals. The tempo is 160 BPM in the key of B Major.
Lyrics
First thing I smell when I wake up, is trash
swear to god, I can't even tell where I'm at
Been up all day and night, like I'm on crack
Been slingin' that 'Ski (Whiskey) and Coke, don't tell my dad
(WOOP!)
Don't tell my dad, 'cause he'll be mad mad
and I'm just tryna to have fun
as his most boring son
Tonight, I'm a man of action
so go 'head and roll me one
I'm gonna party-
I'm gonna party-
I'm gonna party-
I'm gonna party,
hardy-hardy
(nah-nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)
Party,
hardy-hardy
(nah-nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)
Yo, where you going? It's only a quarter to three
And you already acting like you gun' leave me
Don't turn away, else I'll put yer body in a hearse
It ain't gotta hurt if you stay, go on tell me what's worse?
An early grave, an early shift, a late night, another spliff
Wake me up, you no go-go, 'cause I refuse to ride solo
All these haters gun' hate-hate, while I tolerate-ate
I'm gonna party-
I'm gonna party-
I'm gonna party-
I'm gonna party,
hardy-hardy
(nah-nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)
Party,
hardy-hardy
(nah-nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)
And when the police, show
They gon' send 'em all home, oh
They gonna knock up on my door
And there ain't gon' be fun no more, no more
so we bettah party
(Yeah!) Bettah party
(Yeah!) Bettah party
(Yeah!) Bettah party
(Yeah!) Bettah party
YEAH!
YEAH!
YEAH!
YEAH BOYYYYY!
Gunnah party
Gunnah Party
Gunnah party
Gunnah party, party, party
(nah-nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)
Yeaaaah, shoogah, boogah
(nah-nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)
This is my Candy World
And I'm so in love with youuu
yeahh shoogah-woogah
yeahhh baby-hey-be
(nah-nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)
This is my Candy World
And I'm so in love with youuu
I'm gonna party-
I'm gonna party-
I'm gonna party-
I'm gonna party,
hardy-hardy
(nah-nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)
Party,
hardy-hardy
(nah-nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)
I'm gonna party-
I'm gonna party-
I'm gonna party-
I'm gonna party,
hardy-hardy
(nah-nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)
Party,
hardy-hardy
(nah-nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)
ooohhhhhh, PARTY HARDY!