Fatlip - Pessimists Like to Party Too lyrics

[Fatlip] Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, yeah what, check it! [Verse 1 - Fatlip] 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 a** with my sidekick To show my baby momma the type of b**hes that I get Cut to sitting in inside her, hitting that marijuana She looking beautiful, body that of Lola Falana 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 n***as, peace to my my nerds [Hook - All] x2 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?* [Verse 2 - Muph] 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 sh** 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 f**ing on the floor She's a tight package, something fun to explore Once she sat on my lap, I had a hunger for more *sh**, 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, get to live and you catch me [Hook] x2 [Verse 3 - Pegz] I stepped in the place, said Pegz is my name I came to find Muph and get off my face I'll wrestle to the ground and pepper sprayed Strip searched for d** 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 bu*t 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' [Hook] x2