Ticket To Ride
The Beatles⠀ Lyrics
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I think it's today, yeah
The girl that's driving me mad
Is going away
She's got a ticket to ride
She's got a ticket to ride
She's got a ticket to ride
She said that living with me
Was bringing her down yeah
For she would never be free
When I was around
She's got a ticket to ride
She's got a ticket to ride
She's got a ticket to ride
But she don't care
I don't know why she's ridin' so high
She ought to think twice
She ought to do right by me
Before she gets to saying goodbye
She ought to think twice
She ought to do right by me
I think I'm gonna be sad
I think it's today yeah
The girl that's driving me mad
Is going away, yeah
Ah, she's got a ticket to ride
She's got a ticket to ride
She's got a ticket to ride
But she don't care
I don't know why she's ridin' so high
She ought to think twice
She ought to do right by me
Before she gets to saying goodbye
She ought to think twice
She ought to do right by me
She said that living with me
Was bringing her down, yeah
For she would never be free
When I was around
Ah, she's got a ticket to ride
She's got a ticket to ride
She's got a ticket to ride
But she don't care
My baby don't care, my baby don't care
My baby don't care, my baby don't care
My baby don't care, my baby don't care
In "Ticket to Ride," the Beatles tell the story of a man whose girlfriend is leaving him. He is saddened by her departure from his life, but he is also frustrated by her indifference towards him. He struggles to understand why she is leaving him and why she seems so happy and carefree about the decision. The singer puts the blame on his girlfriend, pleading with her to think twice before ending their relationship.
The song suggests that the relationship was difficult and that the girlfriend felt suffocated by the singer's presence. She felt that he was holding her back and preventing her from living her life to the fullest. While the singer is clearly heartbroken over her departure, he also acknowledges that it might be for the best in the long run.
One interpretation of "Ticket to Ride" is that it is a commentary on the changing roles of men and women in the 1960s. The song suggests that women were starting to assert their independence and were no longer willing to stay in unhappy relationships.
Line by Line Meaning
I think I'm gonna be sad
The singer is anticipating sadness.
I think it's today, yeah
The singer believes that the source of his sadness is imminent and will occur today.
The girl that's driving me mad
The singer is upset and frustrated with the girl who is causing him emotional distress.
Is going away
The girl is leaving, which is causing the artist even greater sadness.
She's got a ticket to ride
The girl has a means to leave and is taking advantage of it.
And she don't care
The girl is indifferent to the singer's feelings and the impact her leaving will have on him.
She said that living with me
Was bringing her down yeah
For she would never be free
When I was around
The girl has expressed that being with the singer is stifling and limiting her freedom.
I don't know why she's ridin' so high
She ought to think twice
She ought to do right by me
Before she gets to saying goodbye
She ought to think twice
She ought to do right by me
The artist is confused as to why the girl is so happy to leave him and is urging her to reconsider.
My baby don't care, my baby don't care
My baby don't care, my baby don't care
The artist accepts that the girl no longer cares about him and is resigned to the situation.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: John Lennon, Paul McCartney
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Saucinn
[Verse]
Bangin' out the mothafuckin' back door
Yeah, you sippin' but you not sippin' Act though (facts)
Double C's on my feet, Gangbanging B’s (gang)
Make a bitch touch her knees, she was Vietnamese (hah!)
Crew of bitches poppin' percs, E's and triple C's (huh)
Off top, gimme top 'cause you just a sleaze (slurp)
She want head, she want head, I said, "nigga please" (hah)
Touch my riches, you'll get stitches, you think talk is cheap (brr)
I been flexing for a while now (whoo)
Stripper bitches tryna trap me for a child now, yeah
And this clip got 12 left, like a dial now (pew pew pew)
If I get robbed, 911 who I don't dial now, yeah (brrr)
Rap niggas tryna steal my style (hah!) (huh)
Stacking shit, call me Yachty Rothschild
Bet it like a game of poker, poker face Code Lyoko
These niggas po-po, Benz sit on 24-4's (skrr)
That shit go skrt, skrt, she eat nut like a burger
She said, "it's sweet", she said, "it's sweet, just like nectar" (yeah)
I walk around the city of Atlanta with a vector (brr)
Ayy, these niggas got me hot
Dumb bitch don’t you ever dare pop up at my spot (no)
Talking 'bout you mad
That’s some shots at yo dad
I ain’t here to conversate if it ain’t 'bout a dollar (cha ching)
Number 9 on my jeans, my watch cost an Impala (gang)
I done gave so much knowledge, I done turned to a father (goddamn)
And my brother from the south, on the run he’s a robber (yeah)
Kickin' doors, bangin' hoes, had to stay 10 toes (whoo)
In Miami, in that penthouse fuckin' on 10 hoes (whoo)
Ayy, fuck wit me (yeah)
I’m rich as hell, yo bitch love on me (gang)
You don’t have to like me
Just don’t talk, just don’t fuck with me (fuck it)
Ayy, uh, had to get it out the Civic (yeah)
It’s just more pussy boy please be specific (for real)
And my new young bitch pussy on Pacific
Had to get a new account numbers look terrific (hah)
[Chorus]
And yeah you can count me in
Fuckin' on some hoes, you can count me in
Hittin' up them stores, you can count me in
Rollin' in a Rolls, you can count me in
Yah, you can count me in
And yah you can count me in
Fuckin' on some hoes, you can count me in
Hittin' up them stores, you can count me in (yeah)
Rollin' in a Rolls, you can count me in (skrr skrr)
Yah, you can count me in
Lory P
Bangin' out the mothafuckin' back door
Yeah, you sippin' but you not sippin' Act' though
Double C's on my feet, gangbanging B’s
Make a bitch touch her knees, she was Vietknees
Crew of bitches poppin' Percs, E's and triple C's
Off top, gimme top 'cause she just a sleaze
She want head, she want head, I said, "nigga please"
Touch my riches, you'll get stitches, you think talk is cheap
I been flexing for a while now
Stripper bitches tryna trap me for a child now, yeah
And this clip got 12 left, like a dial now
If I get robbed, 911 who don't dial now, yeah
Rap niggas tryna steal my style
Stacking shit, call me Yachty Rothschild
Bet it like a game of poker, poker face Kolioko
These niggas po-po, Benz sit on 24-4's
That shit go skrt, skrt, she eat nut like a burger
She said, "it's sweet", she said, "it's sweet, just like nectar"
I walk around the city of Atlanta with a Vector
Ayy, these niggas got me hot
Dumb bitch don’t you ever dare pop up at my spot
Talking 'bout you mad
That’s some shots at yo dad
I ain’t here to conversate if it ain’t 'bout a dollar
Number 9 on my jeans, my watch cost an Impala
I done gave so much knowledge I done turned to a father
And my brother from the south, on the run he’s a robber
Kickin' doors, bangin' hoes , had to stay 10 toes
In Miami, in that penthouse fuckin' on 10 hoes
Ayy, fuck wit me
I’m rich as hell, yo bitch love on me
You don’t have to like me
Just don’t talk, just don’t fuck with me
Had to get it out the Civic
It’s just more pussy boy, pleaset be specific
And my new young bitch pussy on Pacific
Had to get a new account, numbers look terrific
And yeah you can count me in
Fuckin' on some hoes, you can count me in
Hittin' up them stores, you can count me in
Rollin' in a Rolls, you can count me in
Yeah, you can count me in
And yeah you can count me in
Fuckin' on some hoes, you can count me in
Hittin' up them stores, you can count me in
Rollin' in a Rolls, you can count me in
Yeah, you can count me in
Youn Lo
[Intro]
Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
[Verse]
Bangin' out the mothafuckin' back door
Yeah, you sippin' but you not sippin' Act though (facts)
Double C's on my feet, Gangbanging B’s (gang)
Make a bitch touch her knees, she was Vietnamese (hah!)
Crew of bitches poppin' percs, E's and triple C's (huh)
Off top, gimme top 'cause you just a sleaze (slurp)
She want head, she want head, I said, "nigga please" (hah)
Touch my riches, you'll get stitches, you think talk is cheap (brr)
I been flexing for a while now (whoo)
Stripper bitches tryna trap me for a child now, yeah
And this clip got 12 left, like a dial now (pew pew pew)
If I get robbed, 911 who I don't dial now, yeah (brrr)
Rap niggas tryna steal my style (hah!) (huh)
Stacking shit, call me Yachty Rothschild
Bet it like a game of poker, poker face Code Lyoko
These niggas po-po, Benz sit on 24-4's (skrr)
That shit go skrt, skrt, she eat nut like a burger
She said, "it's sweet", she said, "it's sweet, just like nectar" (yeah)
I walk around the city of Atlanta with a vector (brr)
Ayy, these niggas got me hot
Dumb bitch don’t you ever dare pop up at my spot (no)
Talking 'bout you mad
That’s some shots at yo dad
I ain’t here to conversate if it ain’t 'bout a dollar (cha ching)
Number 9 on my jeans, my watch cost an Impala (gang)
I done gave so much knowledge, I done turned to a father (goddamn)
And my brother from the south, on the run he’s a robber (yeah)
Kickin' doors, bangin' hoes, had to stay 10 toes (whoo)
In Miami, in that penthouse fuckin' on 10 hoes (whoo)
Ayy, fuck wit me (yeah)
I’m rich as hell, yo bitch love on me (gang)
You don’t have to like me
Just don’t talk, just don’t fuck with me (fuck it)
Ayy, uh, had to get it out the Civic (yeah)
It’s just more pussy boy please be specific (for real)
And my new young bitch pussy on Pacific
Had to get a new account numbers look terrific (hah)
[Chorus]
And yeah you can count me in
Fuckin' on some hoes, you can count me in
Hittin' up them stores, you can count me in
Rollin' in a Rolls, you can count me in
Yah, you can count me in
And yah you can count me in
Fuckin' on some hoes, you can count me in
Hittin' up them stores, you can count me in (yeah)
Rollin' in a Rolls, you can count me in (skrr skrr)
Yah, you can count me in
Kweights
This beat go hard. I don't know why people are saying its wack
Ethan
Fax, 3 years later this shit slaps.
Ieeekid89
@Ethan fr
Ian Bulos
@Ethan fr
Q’s KRAZY LIFE‼️😱🦁
It grew on me🤷🏿♂️ And Ima big Pierre fan😴
Jeff Jones
@Q’s KRAZY LIFE‼️😱🦁 same
Zachary Meo
one of the best songs on the album. simple.
Justin gaming
Zachary Meo right no brainier
James21
Zachary Meo SIIIIIIMmmmmmpleEEEEEE
Rylee
Stop commenting on all of these