Muph, Plutonic, Pegz, Fatlip - Pessimists Like to Party Too lyrics

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
Ass with my sidekick
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 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 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
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
Get to live and you catch me

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
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

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 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'

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
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