[Intro]

What?

The things you own end up owning you

Do what you like

August, Interior Hostel, India

[Verse 1 : Monelo]

I might just swim the Indian ocean to reach home

Cause these walls killing my focus, damn I miss home

My appetite dysfunctional

This Fahrenheit got me uncomfortable

Ain't no winters just summers and summers and summers

Oh and no wifi, shit

Punk Internet got me on my knees, it's a bad religion

Monsoon almost left my laptop black mirrored

That's strike three, this is not what I envisioned

Been a victim to food poisoning, there go my bowel movements

Hit the common bathroom, don't get me started on the insects

Third culture boy so tough time tryna socialise

But currently an introvert and these walls ain't letting me realize

My peace of mind don't align with the Feng Shui

Everything colourless and dead, like the aftermath of doomsday

I just wanna head home, That's when I stopped fixating on…

June, Interior IKEA, Qatar

[Chorus : Monelo]

It's a whole another world, I can't help it

There's not enough to meet all of our needs

But we all satisfied

When we got what we want, when we got what we want

When we

[Verse 2 : Monelo]

I can only imagine

Like living in a whole new mansion

Living room with beautiful couches and armchairs

Bookcases and showcases with vinyl records

Outdoor patio with the shade roofs for the fresh air

Turn the house into greenhouse, let out that oxygen

Antique mantelpiece lit up when I'm reading the sports section

Cause global warming gonna make it snow in this direction

Paintings and platinum records on the walls hanging

Kitchen wanna make me take culinary

Bathrooms make me don't mind food poisoning

And the bedrooms so elegant hence I do a lot of dreaming

Make all the women match the background furnishing

Oh how could I forget, the studio room too

Damn, we gotta renovate this house, like right now

October, Exterior Hostel, India

[Verse 3 : Monelo]

Strolling through the boulevard, I realise it now

Begging for the green card

Begging for the clean route

Like tryna climb the Trump wall

But what's avant-garde when I can't live in my native home

Vices of greed, vices of materialism vanish when I see them vagabonds

There's just too many of us

Not enough roofs, food, water and jobs

Slum dwellers got me thinking God only on my phone

But then I realise that they don't see home, all they see is

IKEA, IKEA

Then I turn to my hostelites

They grinding for that independence, working on ambitions

So they can build their own IKEA home

And I'm out here crying

Tell me what's the point of building a home if you can't run it

And the worse part is I had it right under my nose

The living room, bathrooms, bedrooms all back at home

Got me blaming my motherland

Got me blaming God, but not anymore

Because

November, Interior Home, Qatar

[Chorus : Monelo]

It's a whole another world, I can't help it

There's not enough to meet all of our needs

But we all satisfied

When we got what we need, when we got what we need (X2)

When we