THE CUF

THE CUF - Fuck This Job lyrics

[Bro RJ:]

Man, fuck this job

Take this muthafucka and shove it

I make money-money, but not enough of it

With an above average salary, but that's before taxes

Once I get the little check I'm back in the poverty bracket

"Let me get my jacket" I asked these fools I carpooled with

Stupid, don't get caught in traffic again, you cruisin'

They blow one before we get there, blow blunts at lunch

Sometimes when I'm at work, I don't work, I just sit there

With a big glare, picture myself a millionaire

Grillin' my secrataries

(I ain't here...hey Rob, hold my calls)

(Hey, get up! No sleepin' on the job!)

Damn, I dozed off, the last night my company had her clothes off

(Hey, wanna work some overtime?)

Naw boss, ain't no benefits in it, cuz I don't claim no dependants

(You fired!) Before I even got to finish my sentance

Then I got offended cuz he interupt me abruptly

I but-but-but my ass, seeing my last pay, and I'm that-a-way

[Chorus:]

Man, fuck this job

Take this muthafucka and shove it

I make money-money, but not enough of it

[Pete:]

Everytime it's job related

Eight hours seems stagnated

Doin' someone else's chores, gettin' paid, but I can't take it

Man I fake it, and I don't think I make it (why not?)

Mainly cuz I'm unfocused and my only hope is lunch breaks

Shit, I should quit, tell ‘em stick it where they crap

Matter of fact, let me get up in this bathroom to take a nap

Never did I have a job that I was serious in, or curious in

Every single one I wound up furious in

I can't help it, I once felt it

Now I feel it's wasted energy

I need to spend the day doing something that will better me

Not busing tables, washing dishes, pumping gas

And fuck lifting boxes, chopping wood, busting ass

Not moving up the ladder or taking the time to do it right

No patience for other business relations at the job site

Man, I'm tired of this place, every day going through it

You can get somebody else for this shit, even a monkey can do it

[CHORUS]

[Pete:]

They want you highly programmable

Ain't nothing tangible about no nigga

Overstand the whole picture

Corporations support foreing affairs

Think they care you got your degree and want to start your career?

Ghetto bastard with your bachelors

Now what's the password?

Go back and get your masters and own your own slaves

Used to look at the teeth, now they peep the resume

And then peep up in me, and I'm to good to say

"Partna, I need this job badly like a muthafucka, I can't fake it"

But 20 g's a year? Man, make it 30 and I'll take it

Hey can I get the vacation package? Where all the perks?

"Partna, don't push your probation, back to your work station"

[spoken:]

Shit basically every single job I ever had I can say fuck that job

(Well then why you worked here?)

It ain't meaned shit, I just mighta needed it at the time

For something that I had to do, or something I had to pay

Or some kind of rent or some kind of bills I had to pay

(Yeah, I can feel that too)

It don't mean shit (Yeah, it don't mean shit)

I can waste every cent of every dollar I ever had on some bullshit

(I feel you, man ay, fuck these muthafuckas man

It's like we gotta enterprise our own shit

And just mass market it, yaknowwhati'msayin?

Yaknowwhati'msayin? We doin' this shit

Ay, fuck this job

And you know why?

Cuz I was laid, and they still didn't give me my vacation pay

haha

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