Spose - Hate My Job lyrics

(Always Smokin' it up) Yeah (I love Wells) Wells, Maine I used to bust tables I'm able with wetted rags I used to boil lobster and toss them in netted rags sh**, I used to get chicks quivering quick when they would smell me up in Wells after delivering fish Every day, 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 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 overtime Jolly John advertised a Sign-and-Drive No, still too broke Me, I fear its 9 to 5 for my entire time alive I strive to stay occupied Methods I got various I'm revitalised when I'm back into the chariot And then I'm whipping home Alone with my sickened dome iPhone clicking lit See my bit flicker on Tires by Michelin, 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? I put on my hat (hat) I put on my shoes (shoes) Another day, same sh**, nothing new You fear its work 'til you drop But if you hate your job say (yeah yeah yeah yeah) I put on my hat (hat) I put on my shoes (shoes) Another day, same sh**, nothing new I fear its work 'til you drop But if you hate your job say (yeah yeah yeah yeah) 6 in the morning, roll out of the old sack Its a brand new day of the same old crap I stumble around looking for clothes on the floor Grab my old hat then I stroll out the door On my way to work, driving reckless Coffee and a Camel Light for breakfast, check this A 9 to 5 for me would be heaven, Yeah, got a 9 to 5, gotta be there at 7 Doesn't matter, got my ladder, climbing on a roof, But I'd rather be just 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 its a mic in my hand, paintbrush or a hammer My timberlands are steel toe, my collar is blue Do what you got to do to make a dollar or two Yeah, I'm talking to you, cos life really ain't much More than swinging a hammer or slinging a paint brush Got the back wood rolled before I dash home As I dip back to a 6-pack and bath robe I put on my hat (hat) I put on my shoes (shoes) Another day, same sh**, nothing new I fear its work 'til you drop But if you hate your job say (yeah yeah yeah yeah) I put on my hat (hat) I put on my shoes (shoes) Another day, same sh**, nothing new I fear its work 'til you drop But if you hate your job say (yeah yeah yeah yeah)