Peccadillo Here Come The Mummies

[Verse]
White lies radar spies accumulating
I struggle to keep it on the down low
Present past disaster in the making
Like waking on the top of Kilimanjaro

[Chorus]
She's a pressure cooker, she’s gonna blow
It's nothing that I can't handle though
Whispers on the pillow
My new peccadillo

[Verse]
Red lights, headlines, fueling my affliction
Well I can stop, anytime I want
Vice the spice of life a gilded prison
Enveloped in my eternal haunt

[Chorus]
Millions came before me, I’m not the only one
The spirits that implore me, got to get in on the fun
Whispers on the pillow
My new peccadillo

[Chorus]
Whispers on the pillow
My new peccadillo