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lirik lagu william crooks - sameolsssshhh

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[intro, clip]
oh, lord. again?
a-f-cking-gain?
nothin’ new, nothin’ changed
same old sh-t, same old f-ckin’ shi—

[verse 1]
clock in (yeah)
check out ’til the check come (f-ck it up)
i don’t get paid enough for you to treat me like your step son
(you’re not my f-cking dad, bro)

godd-mn i f-ckin’ hate this sh-t (f-ck)
only good part about this shift: i came in late as sh-t
(and i’m high as h-ll)

and if this minivan-haircut–ss b-tch won’t get out of my f-ckin’ face
me and her husband gonna square up in the parking lot (throw them hands)

imma knock his old -ss out if you keep complaining, barbara
you mad about expired coupons, b-tch, harden up
i already gotta be here all day, this sh-t is hard enough (f-ck)
ain’t you gonna make yourself late to brunch or your garden club?

b-tch, i don’t even wanna be here

[chorus]
and every single day nothin’ different
all this time doin’ all the same ol’ sh-t
i’m boutta quit this job man, i’m dippin’
i’m f-ckin’ tired doin’ all the same ol’ sh-t

[verse 2]
man, f-ck
i really f-ckin’ hate a job (f-ck ‘em)
i never wanna work one again, i swear to god (f-ck ‘em)
i f-ckin’ hate bills (i said f-ck)
i’m tryna stay calm

but i really can’t take another suburb–ss mom
tryna tell me sh-t, b-tch i don’t give a f-ck
your husband over there and he har-ssing that poor waitress
you the same type of people want them kids locked up in cages
acab, f-ck ice and f-ck minimum wages

[pre-chorus, clip]
nothin’ new, nothin’ changed
same old sh-t, same old f-ckin’ sh-t

[chorus]
and every single day nothin’ different
all this time doin’ all the same ol’ sh-t
i’m boutta quit this job man, i’m dippin’
i’m f-ckin’ tired doin’ all the same ol’ sh-t

and every single day nothin’ different
all this time doin’ all the same ol’ sh-t
i’m boutta quit this job man, y’all trippin’
i’m f-ckin’ tired doin’ all the same ol’ sh-t

[verse 3]
everything i do its a art
swervin’ in traffic, sh-t, was that your car?
f-ck all of this sh-t, why this sh-t so hard?
i’m jus tryna get lucky, can you p-ss the charms, bro

uh, what the f-ck is up with it? (wuddup?)
every single day same sh-t
man, y’all is trippin’ (why you mad, bro?)
the minute i get that check in, i’m f-ckin’ dippin’
i’m gone
peace, b-tches

[chorus]
and every single day nothin’ different
all this time doin’ all the same ol’ sh-t
i’m boutta quit this job man, i’m dippin’
i’m f-ckin’ tired doin’ all the same ol’ sh-t


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