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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