Homeless

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?