I'm caught in a Monday or is it a Sunday?
Every damn day feels like the same day
This job I've chosen is like a runway
Where I'm displaying my life
But now I'm going
Oh, oh
I'm going
Oh, oh
Yeah, I'm going
Oh, oh
But once I got there I felt as if I was homeless, homeless
I felt as if I was homeless
Na na na
Raised on Pluto, my parents from Venus
Where am I from, sometimes I feel like I'm not from neither
On my own little planet, that's where I've landed
And I ain't searching no more
I was looking for
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
I am thinking home
I am going home
Where my hot ass keys?
Where my [?]
I am thinking home
I am going home
Where my hot ass keys?
Writer(s): Author Unknown Composer, William Wiik Larsen, Nicolay Sereba, Vincent Dery
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