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 (Oh!)
Goodbye mama, 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 (Oh!)
Goodbye mama, 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
I'm going-oing-oing-oing-oing-oing-oing-oing-oing-oing-oing-oing-oing
I'm going-oing-oing-oing-oing-oing-oing-oing-oing-oing-oing-oing-oing
I'm going-oing-oing-oing-oing-oing-oing-oing-oing-oing-oing-oing-oing
I'm going-oing-oing-oing-oing-oing-oing-oing-oing-oing-oing-oing-oing
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