MUPH + PLUTONIC - Pessimists Like To Party Too!! lyrics

rate me

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

Yeah, yeah what, check it!

I step in the place, quarter past eight

Got a shot of vodka, straight with no chase

Laced with the cash flow, ready to trick off

Like a big boss, I kicked off the slick talk

The one that I picked was all on my dick

Talking bout she had to work tomorrow but she would call in sick

Ahh she was thick! Just the way that I like it

I knew that I'd like it, like I was a psychic

I took a photograph of her arse with my psychic

To show my baby momma the type of bitches that I get

Cut to sitting in inside her, hitting that marijuana

She looking beautiful body that'll blow the? poliner?

Check out my new persona, just in case you don't know me

The moral of this story, your boy's a player homie

Best wishes from the ex-pessimist, say word

Peace to my niggas, peace to my my nerds

Even the pessimists like to party

To the rapid rate of our heartbeats and...

Even the good girls get nasty

We pessimists love to party too

(Muph, what's going on man?)

Well I step in the place and off my face

Prepared to dance to any of the songs that I hate

I'm dedicated, my flavour is an acquired taste

We get acquainted, she claims I'm her favourite, ay!

We sway together, the music's shit but we make it better

She could be my greatest pleasure, I'm thinking grapes and leather

She thinks I take forever, but I take it slow

I want to make her know exactly how to grace my flow

I like to lay low like fucking on the floor

She's a tight package, something fun to explore

Once she sat on my lap, I had a hunger for more

*Shit, you'll be in love before the end of night fall*

OK mate, cut to champagne and in the taxi

Me and this sweet suger, getting busy in the back seat

Long legs, large hips, a tip with the cab fee

The pessimism hidden, yet to living you'll catch me

I stepped in the place, said Pegz is my name

I came to find Muph and get off my face

Oh, wrestled to the ground and pepper sprayed

Strip searched for drugs and checked for aids

Then I jumped on the dance floor, podium limelight

Busted a move, my little homies can idolise

DJ spinning, controlling my vital signs

Ready to blow like Napoleon Dynamite

Met a girl by the bar, over Jimmy and Coke

She had an innocent face and a criminal tone

Can't remember her name, or getting back home

But she's got me butt naked on her videophone

It's like spending the morning, with Jennifer Hawkins

Forgetting every second that whatever's important

And waking up at Mardi Gras, next to Marky Mark

With a tattoo, which says pessimists party hard