Teezo Touchdown - Familiarity

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 give 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

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Written by:
Aaron Thomas, Andrew Bolooki, Jahphet Negast Landis, Jerry Powell

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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