Familiarity - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

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 fu— (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

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