Familiarity

God, I hate Mondays

I'm overworked and underpaid

I'm a little old

For roommates

I think it's time I find my own place

I believe in aliens, I don't believe in luck

I'm running, grinding, jumping, climbing, but I still feel stuck

I know that I'ma make it, baby

No ifs, ands, or buts

I know that I'm a superstar, but no one's looking up, ho

Goodbye Momma, I gotta chase these bands

Goodbye Daddy, hope you understand

Trust me, baby, I got a plan

I'm not coming back home until I'ma man

God, I hate feeling played

I do the most for minimum wage

I'm living out a suitcase

I think it's time to find my own space

'Cause I believe in aliens, I don't believe in luck

I'm running, climbing, jumping, grinding, but I still feel stuck

I know that I'ma make it, baby

No ifs, ands, or buts

I know that I'm a superstar, but no one gives a fuck, ho

Goodbye Momma, I gotta chase these bands

Goodbye Daddy, hope you understand

Trust me, baby, I got a plan

I'm not coming back home until I'ma man

I'm gone

I'm gone

I'm gone

I'm gone