Thank God It's Friday Lyrics

My wife gets upset every time that I come home

She opens the door but won’t let me in unless I give her my phone

Inspecting messages asking why she keeps texting 2 am in morning

Shit, I don’t know, but I don’t treat her like my hoe

But just so you know; she’s just a friend; we do text a lot though

As long as it's harmless; I think everybody else flirts too

Stop being jealous; I'm like the fellas just being normal

Don’t worry about shit; i’ll keep conversations informal

I can even keep a diary or journal; i’ll even show it to you

But I remember the last time you warned me that didn’t want me to

Don’t confuse me hun; we can meet halfway stop initiating trivial issues

Here do you need a tissue

Thank God it's Friday

I gotta work again

I’m in my driveway

She thinks I’m a jerk again

The things I do is usually coincidental

Sometimes I like being very sentimental

I never purposely lie she always want to start a fight and

Every morning’s slow trying to get my engine started

Reviewing text messages photos and gifs I hearted

My wife is smart deciphering things she spotted

Think twice before causing an argument with me at night

I don’t want to fight alright? This is the story of our life

You wouldn’t even be my wife but you’re always like

It's 8; you're late; I already ate

There's your food on the table; microwave your plate

Must be nice; you rarely ask me how I was doing today

You make more time at work like we don’t freaking exist

And when you come home on some days you forget to give me a kiss

Your bad habits annoy me; I’m getting tired of it

Just tell me what the name of your mistress is

Instead going to church praying to idols and confessing it

And all the girls you are messing with; you stressing me out

I don’t wanna see your face right now; please just let me be

Leave me alone for now get the fuck out get the fuck out get the fuck out

Thank God it's Friday

I gotta work again

I’m in my driveway

She thinks I’m a jerk again

The things I do is usually coincidental

Sometimes I like being very sentimental

I never purposely lie she always want to start a fight and

Every morning’s slow trying to get my engine started

Reviewing text messages photos and gifs I hearted

My wife is smart deciphering things she spotted

If you drink whiskey or gin, you cannot go the gym

So if you thinking about lifting, facetime me as you get in

I’ll give you an hour; use your time wisely; don’t deprive me

I need cuddling time; I want you right beside me

I don’t understand why she gets mad sometimes even starts to bite me

I don’t know if that’s supposed to turn me on or even excite me

Not a good way to surprise me; don’t know how to tell her kindly

I get so paranoid when she has my phone and say things like exactly

We both different religions; she don’t believe I go to mass

I get harassed by her about the sermon; she thinks I’m a bad person

She quizzes me to see if I’m paying attention; she so determined to get something out of me

Like an evil person would do to a virgin

I don’t have fruits of the poison tree

But I wonder if she just wants to get a reaction out of me on purpose

It's hard to notice; why we gotta be like this hun

You can just be courteous just thank me for my service; I love You

Thank God it's Friday

I gotta work again

I’m in my driveway

She thinks I’m a jerk again

The things I do is usually coincidental

Sometimes I like being very sentimental

I never purposely lie she always want to start a fight and

Every morning’s slow trying to get my engine started

Reviewing text messages photos and gifs I hearted

My wife is smart deciphering things she spotted