House Husband Lyrics

I just wanna be a husband, a house husband

I wanna be a husband, a house husband

I ain't about that hustling, that hustling

I just wanna be a husband, a house husband

Get with the times

Gender roles are a changin'

If my wife wears the pants it's not lame, they're black leggings, it's fucking amazing

She'll be the breadwinner

Me, the stay at home dad

She brings home the bacon while I wake up early and fry it for her in our cast iron pan

Betty Draper kinda' shit

Running errands, doing laundry, cooking dinner for the kids

And after I drive them to school

What should I do?

Got the whole day to myself

Barefoot Contessa on mute

Jerk off at noon

Scroll through Wayfair for some sales

I'll make dinner plans with some family friends that my wife will back out of last minute

She's got a work thing that just came up, claims she's got a conference call with a new client

But, honey, it's the second time that we're cancelling on the Cohens and we've had these reservations for a month

And I'm starting to think that this ain't about your work and that you've always had it out for the Cohens

I walk my kids and dog to the park on Sunday afternoons

Got the youngest in my Baby Bjorn, Lil Sneer the kangaroo

And since I'm the only dad around I flirt with all the moms

But flirting's all it ever is 'cause my wife's pussy is the bomb

I just wanna be a husband, a house husband

I wanna be a husband, a house husband

I ain't about that hustling, that hustling

I just wanna be a husband, a house husband

The city's so busy so I prefer suburbs

No hustle or bustle

Live close to your mother

Neighbours lend you sugar

When you're cookie cutter

Bed Bath & Beyond is just minutes away

Refill my SodaStream, no Perrier

My tap water bubbles

My bath's filled with bubbles

I'm soaked in the tub with J.Lohr Cabernet

Now don't get me wrong, I know it's a full-time position

One that doesn't come with benefits, no vision, dental, pension

But while you're behind a desk uploading sheets to Google Drive

I'll be busy doing me, 'cause I ain't living 9 to 5

Catch me

Bingeing Love It or List It (Vancouver)

Watch orcas dance from a postmodern kitchen

Filling prescriptions

Son's anaphylactic a peanut could kill him

Preventing infection

He scraped his knee biking, I smear Polysporin

Getting my steps in

When my Fitbit buzzes I buzz with excitement

You say it's a copout

Well, I say you a bitch

You conform to the life that's expected when you could be home Skinny Poppin' while planning a trip

Racing these rats for some cheddar

Job title's essential

Your values all wrong, you've been trapped

I don't lack the skills to make millions, I just got the feeling that I'd make a really good dad

Like, I could grow your dumb-ass start-up in a fuckin' second

Help develop a brand voice and expand social media presence

But I'd rather a career that is genuinely fulfilling

You're complying, I'm Kawhi-ing, got New Balance on my feet 'cause

I'm a husband, a house husband

I wanna be a husband, a house husband

I ain't about that hustling, that hustling

I just wanna be a husband, a house husband