WSTR - JOBBO

Ouueeeeggghhhh

Pray for the day
Pray for the day that I die
They called me late last night
Too bad my brain was fried
Come Monday mornin
Real life's a callin
Call one more fuckin time an I swear I'll set it off

I don't know what I signed up for
But I know this isn't it
So tell me baby why you lyin for cos your givin me the ick
I could go on an on but what the fuck for
If the glass shoe doesn't fit
It makes me itch
It makes me sick
Yeahh

Go get a job
Suit up an wear a tie
I'm alright
They want me at my best
My best is fuckin high
Come Monday mornin
Real life's a callin
Call one more fuckin time an I swear I'll set it off
Don't test me

I don't know what I signed up for
But I know this isn't it
So tell me baby why you lyin for cos your givin me the ick
I could go on an on but what the fuck for
If the glass shoe doesn't fit
It makes me itch
It makes me sick
Yeahh

Fuck a job
Fuck a cop
Give um everything you got
Fuck the man
Fuck a opp
Don't be something that you're not
Fuck Monday mornin
Real life is borin

I don't know what I signed up for
But I know this isn't it
So tell me baby why you lyin for cos your givin me the ick
I could go on an on but what the fuck for
If the glass shoe doesn't fit
It makes me itch
It makes me itch
Yeahh

Come Monday mornin
Real life's a callin
It makes me itch

Fuck Monday mornin
Real life if borin
It makes me itch
It makes me sick

Written by:
Sammy Clifford, Tom Hawkes, Zach Jones

Publisher:
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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