Spose - Hate My Job [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse I:Spose
I used to bus tables, I'm able with wetted rags
I used to boil lobsters and toss 'em in netted bags
Shit, I used to get the chicks quivering quick
When they would smell me up in Wells after delivering fish
Everyday same jam, Kyle, Jim and Dan
Years 'til we're finished, fixated on that minute hand
Never been canned, or even bagged like the grocers
But I've never been promoted except upon posters
Rarely ever working on a sober mind
I'm hoping for a moment that I'm not in need of over time
Jolly John advertise a sign and drive
Nope still too broke, me I fear it's nine to five
For my entire time alive
I strive to stay occupied
Methods, I got various
I'm revitalized when I'm back into the chariot
And then I'm whipping home, alone with my sickened dome
IPhone click and lit, see my bic flicker on
Tires by Michelon, route 1 North
If you relate to what I say, dude come forth
You rolled in late, you're hearing it
Your boss, he's on his period
What a joker, why so serious

Chorus:Spose feat. Cam Groves
I put on my hat, I put on my shoes
Another day, same shit, nothing new
You fear it's work, 'til you drop
Now if you hate your job say yeah yeah yeah yeah

Verse II: Cam Groves
Six in the morning roll out of the old sack
It's a brand new day of the same old crap
I stumble around looking for clothes on the floor
Grab my old hat then I storm out the door
On my way to work driving reckless
Coffee and a Camel Light for breakfast, check this
A nine to five for me would be heaven
Yeah, I got a nine to five, gotta be there at seven
Doesn't matter, got my ladder climbing on a roof
But I'd rather just be babbling and rhyming in a booth
I am more than the truth, this is living proof
You can tell by the mud on the bottom of my boots
Do work, got it written on the daily planner
Whether it's a mic in my hand, paint brush, or a hammer
My Timberlands are steel toed
My collar is blue
Do what you got to do to make a dollar or two
Yeah I'm talking to you
Cause life really ain't much
More than swinging a hammer or slinging a paint brush
Got the backwood rolled before I dash home
As I dip back to a six pack and back roads

Chorus:Cam Groves feat. Spose
I put on my hat, I put on my shoes
Another day, same shit, nothing new
You fear it's work, 'til you drop
Now if you hate your job say yeah yeah yeah yeah