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 if, 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'm a 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, grinding, jumping, climbing, but I still feel stuck
I know that I'ma make it, baby, no if, 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'm a man

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Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Bolooki, Gerard Powell Ii, Japhet Landis, Aaron Thomas
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