JOBBO
WSTR Lyrics


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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

Overall Meaning

In WSTR's song "JOBBO," the lyrics tell the story of a person who is dissatisfied with their current situation in life, particularly regarding their job. The singer seems to be overwhelmed and feeling helpless against the tide of responsibilities and obligations of the real world. They express the desire to escape the monotony of their life, wishing for death and freedom from their current state. The singer is also frustrated with the lies and facades of those around them, particularly a romantic partner who they accuse of giving them "the ick."


Line by Line Meaning

Pray for the day
Hope for the day to come


Pray for the day that I die
Desires for death instead of facing the realities of the present


They called me late last night
Received a call at an inappropriate time


Too bad my brain was fried
Unable to receive or process important information due to distractions


Come Monday mornin
Returning to normal life responsibilities


Real life's a callin
Having to face the boring realities of life


Call one more fuckin time an I swear I'll set it off
Becoming frustrated with constant interruptions and reacting aggressively


I don't know what I signed up for
Unsure of what their purpose is


But I know this isn't it
Aware that their current situation is not what they want


So tell me baby why you lyin for cos your givin me the ick
Questioning someone’s honesty because being around them is unpleasant


I could go on an on but what the fuck for
Disinterested in elaborating on a subject when there is no point


If the glass shoe doesn't fit
If the situation is not a good match


It makes me itch
Causes discomfort and dissatisfaction


It makes me sick
Feeling physically ill due to the situation


Go get a job
Get employed


Suit up an wear a tie
Dress appropriately in a corporate setting


I'm alright
Feeling okay with the current situation


They want me at my best
Being expected to perform at the highest level


My best is fuckin high
Capable of performing at an exceptionally high standard


Fuck a job
Rejecting the idea of getting employed


Fuck a cop
Disliking law enforcement


Give um everything you got
Trying your best in all aspects of life


Fuck the man
Rejecting authority figures


Fuck a opp
Disliking the opposition or competition


Don't be something that you're not
Being true to oneself


Fuck Monday mornin
Disliking the start of the workweek


Real life is borin
Feeling dissatisfied with everyday responsibilities


It makes me sick
Feeling physically ill due to the situation


It makes me itch
Causes discomfort and dissatisfaction




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Sammy Clifford, Tom Hawkes, Zach Jones

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