Unholy

Halocene

Compositor: James John Napier / Ilya Salmanzadeh / Henry Russell Walter / Samuel Frederick Smith / Kim Petras / Omer Fedi / Blake Slatkin

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 - you tell me that you do

Dirty, dirty boy
You know everyone is talking on the scene
I hear them whispering about the places that you've been
And how 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's sat back while she's dropping it
She'd be popping it
Yeah, she put it down slowly

Oh-eh-oh-eh-oh, he left his kids at
Ho-eh-oh-eh-ome, so he can get that
Mommy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop
Doing somethin' unholy

Mm, 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 me back it up, I'll be gone in the AM

And he, he get me, 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's sat back while she's dropping it
She'd be popping it
Yeah, she put it down slowly

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

Doing something unholy
Doing something unholy