sameolsssshhh
Oh, lord. Again?
A-fucking-gain?
Nothin' new, nothin' changed
Same old shit, same old fuckin' shi
Clock in (Yeah)
Check out 'til the check come (Fuck it up)
I don't get paid enough for you to treat me like your step son
(You're not my fucking dad, bro)
Goddamn I fuckin' hate this shit (Fuck)
Only good part about this shift: I came in late as shit
(And I'm high as hell)
And if this minivan-haircut-ass bitch won't get out of my fuckin' face
Me and her husband gonna square up in the parking lot (Throw them hands)
Imma knock his old ass out if you keep complaining, Barbara
You mad about expired coupons, bitch, harden up
I already gotta be here all day, this shit is hard enough (Fuck)
Ain't you gonna make yourself late to brunch or your garden club?
Bitch, I don't even wanna be here
And every single day nothin' different
All this time doin' all the same ol' shit
I'm boutta quit this job man, I'm dippin'
I'm fuckin' tired doin' all the same ol' shit
Man, fuck
I really fuckin' hate a job (Fuck 'em)
I never wanna work one again, I swear to god (Fuck 'em)
I fuckin' hate bills (I said Fuck)
I'm tryna stay calm
But I really cant take another suburb-ass mom
Tryna tell me shit, bitch I don't give a fuck
Your husband over there and he harassing that poor waitress
You the same type of people want them kids locked up in cages
ACAB, fuck ICE and fuck minimum wages
Nothin' new, nothin' changed
Same old shit, same old fuckin' shit
And every single day nothin' different
All this time doin' all the same ol' shit
I'm boutta quit this job man, I'm dippin'
I'm fuckin' tired doin' all the same ol' shit
And every single day nothin' different
All this time doin' all the same ol' shit
I'm boutta quit this job man, y'all trippin'
I'm fuckin' tired doin' all the same ol' shit
Everything I do its a art
Swervin' in traffic, shit, was that your car?
Fuck all of this shit, why this shit so hard?
I'm jus tryna get lucky, can you pass the charms, bro
Uh, what the fuck is up with it? (Wuddup?)
Every single day same shit
Man, y'all is trippin' (Why you mad, bro?)
The minute I get that check in, I'm fuckin' dippin'
I'm gone
Peace, bitches
And every single day nothin' different
All this time doin' all the same ol' shit
I'm boutta quit this job man, I'm dippin'
I'm fuckin' tired doin' all the same ol' shit
A-fucking-gain?
Nothin' new, nothin' changed
Same old shit, same old fuckin' shi
Clock in (Yeah)
Check out 'til the check come (Fuck it up)
I don't get paid enough for you to treat me like your step son
(You're not my fucking dad, bro)
Goddamn I fuckin' hate this shit (Fuck)
Only good part about this shift: I came in late as shit
(And I'm high as hell)
And if this minivan-haircut-ass bitch won't get out of my fuckin' face
Me and her husband gonna square up in the parking lot (Throw them hands)
Imma knock his old ass out if you keep complaining, Barbara
You mad about expired coupons, bitch, harden up
I already gotta be here all day, this shit is hard enough (Fuck)
Ain't you gonna make yourself late to brunch or your garden club?
Bitch, I don't even wanna be here
And every single day nothin' different
All this time doin' all the same ol' shit
I'm boutta quit this job man, I'm dippin'
I'm fuckin' tired doin' all the same ol' shit
Man, fuck
I really fuckin' hate a job (Fuck 'em)
I never wanna work one again, I swear to god (Fuck 'em)
I fuckin' hate bills (I said Fuck)
I'm tryna stay calm
But I really cant take another suburb-ass mom
Tryna tell me shit, bitch I don't give a fuck
Your husband over there and he harassing that poor waitress
You the same type of people want them kids locked up in cages
ACAB, fuck ICE and fuck minimum wages
Nothin' new, nothin' changed
Same old shit, same old fuckin' shit
And every single day nothin' different
All this time doin' all the same ol' shit
I'm boutta quit this job man, I'm dippin'
I'm fuckin' tired doin' all the same ol' shit
And every single day nothin' different
All this time doin' all the same ol' shit
I'm boutta quit this job man, y'all trippin'
I'm fuckin' tired doin' all the same ol' shit
Everything I do its a art
Swervin' in traffic, shit, was that your car?
Fuck all of this shit, why this shit so hard?
I'm jus tryna get lucky, can you pass the charms, bro
Uh, what the fuck is up with it? (Wuddup?)
Every single day same shit
Man, y'all is trippin' (Why you mad, bro?)
The minute I get that check in, I'm fuckin' dippin'
I'm gone
Peace, bitches
And every single day nothin' different
All this time doin' all the same ol' shit
I'm boutta quit this job man, I'm dippin'
I'm fuckin' tired doin' all the same ol' shit
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