F.E.A.R.

de Our Last Night

Mommy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop, doing something unholy

A lucky, lucky girl
She got married to a boy like you
She'd kick you out, if she ever, ever knew
'Bout all the sh- you tell me that you do
Dirty, dirty boy
She know everyone is talking on the scene
I hear them whispering 'bout the places that you been
And now you don't know how to keep your business clean

Mommy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop, doing something unholy
He sat back while she's droppin' it
She be poppin' it, yeah, she put it down slowly

Oh-he-oh-he-oh
He left his kids at
Ho-ee-oh-ee-ome
So he can get that
Mommy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop, doing something unholy

Mmm, daddy, daddy, if you want it, drop the addy
Give me love, give me Fendi, my Balenciaga daddy
You gon' need to bag it up, 'cause I'm spending on rodeo
You can watch it back it up, I'll be gone in the AM
He, he get my Prada, get me Miu Miu like Rihanna
He always call me 'cause I never cause no drama
And when you want it, baby, I know I got you covered
And when you need it, baby, just jump under the covers

Mommy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop, doing something unholy
He sat back while she's droppin' it
She be poppin' it, yeah she put it down slowly

Oh-he-oh-he-oh
He left his kids at
Ho-ee-oh-ee-ome
So he can get that
Mommy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop, doing something unholy

Doing something unholy