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I Hate My Job (Explicit Album Version)

Yo, I hate my boss, dude think he know it all

And I know I know it all but I follow protocol

Hope to sit in the casket, got me sittin' traffic, it's 7 am

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahAnd I woke up late, didn't even have a shower

Lunch break? Give me a break, a damn half an hour

All this bullshit for 12 bucks an hour

Plug me to Chuck D, wanna Fight The PowersInstead I light the sour before I go in the office

Being here 8 hours sure'll get you nauseous

Lady across from me, tellin' me her problems

I'm look at her like yo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahHow the fuck I'm gonna solve 'em? you know our ethnicity

Car note, rent, don't forget electricity

Internet, cable, and the phone all connected

Food, gas, tolls oh, now it's gettin' hecticBrand new clothes? Now you'd rather see me naked

Yo check it, I got my check, now I'm feel disrespected

Why am I workin' here? It ain't workin' here

It ain't worth it here, never gonna persevereAin't no money for new shoes or purses here

Should've done my first career, huh, nursin', yeah

Now I'm sittin' here thinkin' 'bout the work I put in

This verse from the everyday workin' womanI put on my pants, put on my shoes

I pray to God, paid all my dues

I'm tryin' to win, seems like I was born to lose

All I can say, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahI say let me through, but they don't let me through

You wanna quit? Goddamn I'm ready to

Lifestyle I'm livin', ain't steady, boo

All I can say, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahAyo, I'm lookin' for a job, ain't nobody hirin'

Then I ask the boss, "When y'all doin' firin'?"

You know I'm admirin' nice job, family man

Car and lookin' in his walk as a tyrantShoulda been a fireman, learn to do wirin'

Then you get retirement, I blame my environment

I'm on a interview, for delivery

Locked up, felonies? Now the dude quizzin' meWorkin' on my future, why you need to know my history?

All he did was Google me, no big mystery

He ain't diggin' me, politely he was dissin' me

"No we're not hirin', but thanks for the visit please"He ain't want me, my grandmother warned me

Them goddamn felonies will haunt me, taunt me

No second chance, back to the same block

Go home, my baby mom done changed locksThis a game, ma? Okay the game's over

Then she opened the door with the chain on

Said she been reachin' out for several days

I ain't helpin' out, we need to go our separate waysI was just amazed, wanna go another route?

Let me get my clothes, said she took them to my mother's house

She was pissed off, yeah P O 'ed

And said, "Go 'head and wyle out, I'll call your P O"I put on my pants, put on my shoes

I pray to God, paid all my dues

I'm tryin' to win, seem like I was born to lose

All I can say, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahI say let me through, but they don't let me through

You wanna quit? Goddamn I'm ready to

Lifestyle I'm livin', ain't steady, boo

All I can say, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Songwriters

Dario Ruben Rodriguez;Cameron GilesPublished by

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