lirik lagu sur5ill - work
[hook] (x2)
bottom line, i don’t like my work place
eight hours a day confined to my work sp-ce
boss says that i should pick up my work pace
(yeah)
[verse 1]
i’m not even supposed to be here today
silent bob
hangs out in front of my work i bring the printer
out to the field with a violent mob
because of the days when it wouldn’t file my clients’ jobs
this louisville slugger, i’m about to be logging some miles on
i hate this f-cking place, the atmosphere is in disarray
to get away, i maxed out my sick days by middle may
and these f-cks don’t pay overtime if my dismissal’s late
this pr-ck will wait to sign off and initial my official break
i bailed them out of a mess that left me briefly stressed
it’s complete bs
i nailed the report but they focus on the cover sheet of my tps
makes me want to drive off a bridge, and i’m typing it in my gps
instead i’ll binge drink off my measly check
until i’m completely wrecked
i’m deeply stressed, my girlfriend wants me to see a hypnotist
i have a strange feeling that this bimbo has been a nympho with
every d-ckhole at the disco but i can’t prove she bites pillows, sh-t
so i had to consent and the doc had a heart attack in the midst of it (work)
[hook]
[verse 2]
(yeah yeah)
i feel like my life is directed by mike judge
but with a slight nudge
that’s why i go to work with a light buzz
and when i leave the office, often headed to fight club
it’s downstairs located in the bas-m-nt of a nice pub
that’s why every morning
i go to chotchkie’s for some coffee
sink or swim, a kitchen fixture or
the hobby of ryan lochte
i die a little inside reading emails on which i am copied
i think i’m becoming dumber by proxy, i watch my watch piece
this business language might as well be c-ckney
i just want to receive my check and skate
both maneuvers i’ve seen in hockey
but truthfully the bucks here suck like it’s milwaukee
and if this muhf-cking boss cross me it will be costly
(yeah) it’s why each night after work i drink a scotch neat
and really go to work with disc jockeys and rap real c-cky
my bars got more energy than kashi, i’m raw like maki
i k!lled this f-cking verse, don’t believe me? check the autopsy (work)
[hook]
[verse 3]
(yeah yeah)
i don’t like my bosses all eight men are some racists
about to call up the jasons, both bateman and sudeikis
and charlie day can -ssist in helping cover the bases
so we can arrange to have my kevin sp-ceys snake bit
i’ve run out of my patience this corporation is satan
i’m often working so late that my mate has built up some hatred
this job is one annoying long song looped on my playlist
i’ve been jaded for years i’ve wasted tears, sweat, and platelets
control c one day of my life, then control p and paste it
‘cuz everyday is the same, i’ve swallowed it and embraced it
i feel like i’ve reached my ceiling and haven’t got out the bas-m-nt
this sh-t is a comic book, i’m dilbert with no acquaintance
holden and banky from chasing amy hired to trace it
except it seems they got high and tired and then erased it
i would have fought back but i overslept and my lateness
made them fire me during my day shift and hire replacements (work)
[hook]
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