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