I used to bus tables, I'm able with wetted rags I used to boil lobsters and toss 'em in netted bags Shit, I used to get chicks quivering quick When they would smell me up in Wells after delivering fish Everyday same jam, Kyle, Jim and Dan Years 'til we're finished, fixated on that minute hand Never been canned, or even bagged like the grocers But I've 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 advertise a sign and drive Nope, still too broke, me I fear it's nine-to-five For my entire time alive I strive to stay occupied Methods, I got various I'm revitalized when I'm back into the chariot And then I'm whipping home, alone with my sickened dome IPhone click and lit, see my Bic 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, I put on my shoes Another day, same shit, nothing new You fear it's work, work 'til you drop Now if you hate your job say (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) I put on my hat, I put on my shoes Another day, same shit, nothing new You fear it's work, work 'til you drop Now if you hate your job say (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) Six 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 (reckless) Coffee and a Camel Light for breakfast, check this A nine-to-five for me would be heaven Yeah, I got a nine-to-five, gotta be there at seven Doesn't matter, got my ladder climbing on a roof But I'd rather just be 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, paint brush, or a hammer My Timberlands are steel-toed 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 Backwood rolled before I dash home As I dip back to a six-pack and back roads I put on my hat, I put on my shoes Another day, same shit, nothing new You fear it's work, work 'til you drop Now if you hate your job say (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) I put on my hat, I put on my shoes Another day, same shit, nothing new You fear it's work, work 'til you drop Now if you hate your job say (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) Yeah, Spizzy Spose What's good, man, it's your boy, Mike B Just woke up, man, where'd y'all leave me last night, man? Fuckin' woke up in a ditch, shit-faced It's 8:10 in the night, I got the 303 with me Whatever though Yo, I figured I'd smoke some chronic, but I checked the bag and we smoked it all, so uh...