Giorgi Baino - Hate My Job lyrics

Verse I:Spose I used to bus tables, I'm able with wetted rags I used to boil lobsters and toss 'em in netted bags sh**, I used to get the chicks quivering quick When they would smell me up in Wells after delivering fish Everyday same jam, Kyle, Jim and Dan Years 'til we're finished, fixated on that minute hand Never been canned, or even bagged like the grocers But I've never been promoted except upon posters Rarely ever working on a sober mind I'm hoping for a moment that I'm not in need of over time Jolly John advertise a sign and drive Nope still too broke, me I fear it's nine to five For my entire time alive I strive to stay occupied Methods, I got various I'm revitalized when I'm back into the chariot And then I'm whipping home, alone with my sickened dome IPhone click and lit, see my bic flicker on Tires by Michelon, route 1 North If you relate to what I say, dude come forth You rolled in late, you're hearing it Your boss, he's on his period What a joker, why so serious Chorus:Spose feat. Cam Groves I put on my hat, I put on my shoes Another day, same sh**, nothing new You fear it's work, 'til you drop Now if you hate your job say yeah yeah yeah yeah Verse II: Cam Groves Six in the morning roll out of the old sack It's a brand new day of the same old crap I stumble around looking for clothes on the floor Grab my old hat then I storm out the door On my way to work driving reckless Coffee and a Camel Light for breakfast, check this A nine to five for me would be heaven Yeah, I got a nine to five, gotta be there at seven Doesn't matter, got my ladder climbing on a roof But I'd rather just be babbling and rhyming in a booth I am more than the truth, this is living proof You can tell by the mud on the bottom of my boots Do work, got it written on the daily planner Whether it's a mic in my hand, paint brush, or a hammer My Timberlands are steel toed My collar is blue Do what you got to do to make a dollar or two Yeah I'm talking to you Cause life really ain't much More than swinging a hammer or slinging a paint brush Got the backwood rolled before I dash home As I dip back to a six pack and back roads Chorus:Cam Groves feat. Spose I put on my hat, I put on my shoes Another day, same sh**, nothing new You fear it's work, 'til you drop Now if you hate your job say yeah yeah yeah yeah