Pespi On The House

Live a little won’t ya just to seem like your own age
Give it up like you’re back on penders ratchet estate
Having every sentiment for staying up with you
Taking drugs from your sock drawer just to seem like you do

Holding my baby like you
When you turn me on its the height of fun
Wake up and see that morning changes all
And everything else will go
As light slips in over your face there

Folded your fascination up to see me go
But you crack at the thought of all the guys I would blow
Then in a bedroom decorated like my taste
When you fuck do you close your eyes and think of my place

Holding my baby like you
When you turn me on its the height of fun
Wake up and see that morning changes all
And everything else will go
As light slips in over your face there