Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Hate My Job , by - Cam'Ron. Release date: 08.05.2010
Song language: English
I Hate My Job |
| 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, yeah |
| And 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 Powers |
| Instead 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, yeah |
| How 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' hectic |
| Brand 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 persevere |
| Ain’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 from the everyday workin' woman |
| I 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, yeah |
| I 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 |
| Ayo, 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 tyrant |
| Shoulda 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' me |
| Workin' 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 locks |
| This 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 ways |
| I 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, yeah |
| I 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 |