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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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
Writer(s): Andrew Bolooki, Gerard Powell Ii, Japhet Landis, Aaron Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
