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​Hate My Job

This song is by Spose and appears on the album We Smoked It All Mixtape (2009).

(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
Shit, 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 till 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 shit, nothing new
You fear its work till 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 shit, nothing new
I fear its work till you drop
But if you hate your job say (yeah yeah yeah yeah)

6 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 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 it's 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, 'cause 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 shit, nothing new
I fear its work till 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 shit, nothing new
I fear its work till you drop
But if you hate your job say (yeah yeah yeah yeah)