Cheap Thrills Father

[Verse 1]
Let's emerge ourselves in this lucid dream
Even though we ain't never slept
Playing Cupid's theme with your G-string
I still miss you if we never met
Came all this way just to take it off
And you still wore that pretty dress
We ain't nowhere near or by a lake at all
But I can still get you pretty wet
Call me Father drop-top, cop a feel
Feel the breeze on her pretty breasts
While I watch her top drop, cop a feel
Then onto the kitty next
Now I don't know what you've been told
I gotta keep me a big bankroll
Bottle of tequila and some real dank dro
Turning up the speakers and a real quaint ho

[Hook]
What we gon' do when that drink get low?
Something for that nose, but your friends can't know
Friends can't know
Friends can't know
I need a freak in the evening, a freak in the morn'
Where the after-party? Baby let's get thrown
Life's too short, and the dick too long
Got a bag of cheap thrills, baby let's get blown