I Hate This Job
I like Folgers in my cup
I love drivin' in my truck
I love fillin' up a full tank of gas
I love Sundays on the river
And grillin' what's for dinner
And that feelin' when I'm stackin some cash
Oh I'm so blessed to be stressed
I really can't complain
But I must confess there's just one thing
I hate this job
I just wanna quit
I'm so sick and tired of all of this shit
I hate my boss
I hate this place
I hate that stupid dumb ass look on his face
I clock in at eight, same shit
Different day
I hate this job
Don't get me wrong
I love it when they pay me
And they can't say I'm lazy
They know damn well they owe me a raise
They got me workin' over time
On this corporate ladder climb
And it feels like I'm just wasting away
I hate this job
I just wanna quit
I'm so sick and tired of all of this shit
I hate my boss
I hate this place
I hate that stupid dumb ass look on his face
I clock in at eight, same shit
Different day
I hate this job (I hate this job)
Oh I'm so blessed to be stressed
I really can't complain
But I must confess there's just one thing
I hate this job
I just wanna quit
I'm so sick and tired of all of this shit
I hate my boss
I hate this place
I hate that stupid dumb ass look on his face
I clock in at eight, same shit
Different day
I hate this job
They work me to the bone
Man I just wanna go home
I hate this job
I love drivin' in my truck
I love fillin' up a full tank of gas
I love Sundays on the river
And grillin' what's for dinner
And that feelin' when I'm stackin some cash
Oh I'm so blessed to be stressed
I really can't complain
But I must confess there's just one thing
I hate this job
I just wanna quit
I'm so sick and tired of all of this shit
I hate my boss
I hate this place
I hate that stupid dumb ass look on his face
I clock in at eight, same shit
Different day
I hate this job
Don't get me wrong
I love it when they pay me
And they can't say I'm lazy
They know damn well they owe me a raise
They got me workin' over time
On this corporate ladder climb
And it feels like I'm just wasting away
I hate this job
I just wanna quit
I'm so sick and tired of all of this shit
I hate my boss
I hate this place
I hate that stupid dumb ass look on his face
I clock in at eight, same shit
Different day
I hate this job (I hate this job)
Oh I'm so blessed to be stressed
I really can't complain
But I must confess there's just one thing
I hate this job
I just wanna quit
I'm so sick and tired of all of this shit
I hate my boss
I hate this place
I hate that stupid dumb ass look on his face
I clock in at eight, same shit
Different day
I hate this job
They work me to the bone
Man I just wanna go home
I hate this job
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Writer(s): Noah Smith, Jared Griffin, David Morris
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