TGIF

A message and I touch the ceiling
I say: Yo, explain it to me
I laid it out
I tell her that a Friday without her is hell
That we would be forever
That I'm thinking about her and she says: Oh, alright
Baby, with her, it’s a blast

Tell me, I’ll pick you up and all that
Today’s Friday, babe, and the body's feeling it (oh)
I can see your nipples, but don't shoot me down
I love that shirt, babe, you know it

From Monday to Thursday, she copies my game
But on Friday, she thinks I have multiple dames
I don’t get if that booty’s giant
It’s got me feeling like the Spitfire logo

It’s 5 PM and she’s out of class
My cutie, my wild one, my Playboy bunny (hee-hee-hee)
I’ll throw down if she gets in a movie
If she’s jealous, I tell her Stanley Kubrick

If I play soccer, she waits in the stands
When I've got cash, I’ll buy her those Pradas (peace out)
The kind that are pricey
Thank God it’s Friday so I can see your—

A message and I touch the ceiling-ling
I say: Yo, explain it to me
I laid it out
I tell her that a Friday without her is hell
That we would be forever
That I'm thinking about her and she says: Oh, alright
Baby, with her, it’s a blast