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lirik lagu quit your job – thundamentals

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my b.o. double s. a.
nothing but a s.o.b
he ain’t nothing but a s.o.b
f-ck a j.o.b
till i’m r.i.p
hey yo!

chorus:
you make me want to quit my job, but i can’t
so instead i wrote this song about you
so when you hear it i hope, you understand
the whole world now knows you’re a fool
you gotta go, i gotta go
go, go, still you gotta go
you gotta go, i gotta go
go, go, still you gotta go
you gotta go, i gotta go
go, go, still you gotta go
you gotta go, i gotta go
go, go, still you gotta go

yo i couldn’t give a toss, about my sh-tty job
wrote a letter to my boss “man, you really are a slob”
definition of a dog, wishing i was gone
kicking back with a six-pack, sitting on the lawn
but i’m not, ‘stead i’m here feeling overtired
cause i don’t get no shine for my overtime
i got no desire to be busting for the loop
you’re lucky i don’t hustle for industrial dispute.
for now i’m in the backroom, puffing on a doob
while you’re budging in your office, scuffing m-ffins by computs
thinking, ‘who the f-ck are you, to tell me what to do?’
i want to say it to your face but i’m afraid i’ll get the boot
you’re annoying as they come, and i don’t give a f-ck
if the toilet needs a scrub, i ain’t employee of the month
sucker, f-ck a job, i might throw in the towel
middle finger to my boss till he’s throwing me out.

chorus:
you make me want to quit my job, but i can’t
so instead i wrote this song about you
so when you hear it i hope, you understand
the whole world now knows you’re a fool
you gotta go, i gotta go
go, go, still you gotta go
you gotta go, i gotta go
go, go, still you gotta go
you gotta go, i gotta go
go, go, still you gotta go
you gotta go, i gotta go
go, go, still you gotta go

my b.o. double s. a.
nothing but a s.o.b
he ain’t nothing but a s.o.b
f-ck a j.o.b
till i’m r.i.p
hey yo!

picture me, as a little pipsqueak
with a one-way ticket to sydney.
equipped with a cv, pristine, super-fly, with a suit and tie
trying to be a big shot, score a slick job, in the big smoke
gets locked in to a sh-t box office
making money for the rich folk.
feeling pretty ripped off
was only ever meant to be a pit-stop
now spend my days with you.
hey yo, i ain’t no saint myself!
you sir, got a long ways to go
go to h-ll, make that place your home to dwell
by the way you smell like ashtrays and listerine
you act strange like mr. bean
and, probably gonna miss the point
it’s a d-mn shame you’re the reason i dis this joint

chorus:
you make me want to quit my job, but i can’t
so instead i wrote this song about you
so when you hear it i hope, you understand
the whole world now knows you’re a fool
you gotta go, i gotta go
go, go, still you gotta go
you gotta go, i gotta go
go, go, still you gotta go
you gotta go, i gotta go
go, go, still you gotta go
you gotta go, i gotta go
go, go, still you gotta go

my b.o. double s. a.
nothing but a s.o.b
he ain’t nothing but a s.o.b
f-ck a j.o.b
till i’m r.i.p
hey yo!
f-ck a j.o.b, till i’m r.i.p
hey yo!

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