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monelo - ikea lyrics

[intro]
what?
the things you own end up owning you
do what you like

august, interior hostel, india

[verse 1 : monelo]
i might swim the indian ocean to reach home
cause these walls k!lling my focus, d-mn i miss home
my appet-te dysfunctional
this fahrenheit got me uncomfortable
ain’t no winters just summers and summers and summers
oh and no wifi, sh-t
punk internet got me on my knees, it’s a bad religion
monsoon almost left my laptop black mirrored
that’s strike three, this is not what i envisioned/
been a victim to food poisoning, there go my bowel movements/
hit the common bathroom, don’t get me started on the insects/
third culture boy so tough time tryna socialise/
but currently an introvert and these walls ain’t letting me realize/
my peace of mind don’t align with the feng shui/
everything colourless and dead, like the aftermath of doomsday/
i just wanna head home,  that’s when i stopped fixating on…

june, interior ikea, qatar

[chorus : monelo]
it’s a whole another world, i can’t help it/
there’s not enough to meet all of our needs/
but we all satisfied/
when we got what we want, when we got what we want/

[verse 2 : monelo]
i can only imagine/
like living in a whole new mansion/
living room with beautiful couches and armchairs/
bookcases and showcases with vinyl records/
outdoor patio with the shade roofs for the fresh air/
turn the house into greenhouse, let out that oxygen/
antique mantelpiece lit up when i’m reading the sports section/ cause global warming gonna make it snow in this direction/
paintings and platinum records on the walls hanging/
kitchen wanna make me take culinary/
bathrooms make me don’t mind food poisoning/
and the bedrooms so elegant hence i do a lot of dreaming/
make all the women match the background furnishing/
oh how could i forget, the studio room too/
d-mn, we gotta renovate this house, like right now/

october, exterior hostel, india

[verse 3 : monelo]
strolling through the boulevard, i realise it now/
begging for the green card/
begging for the clean route/
like tryna climb the trump wall/
but what’s avant-garde when i can’t live in my native home/
vices of greed, vices of materialism vanish when i see them vagabonds/
there’s just too many of us/
not enough roofs, food, water and jobs/
slum dwellers got me thinking god only on my phone/
but then i realise that they don’t see home, all they see is/
ikea, ikea
then i turn to my hostelites/
they grinding for that independence, working on ambitions/
so they can build their own ikea home/
and i’m out here crying/
tell me what’s the point of building a home if you can’t run it/
and the worse part is i had it right under my nose/
the living room, bathrooms, bedrooms all back at home/
got me blaming my motherland/
got me blaming god, but not anymore/
because

november, interior home, qatar

[chorus :- monelo]
it’s a whole another world, i can’t help it/
there’s not enough to meet all of our needs/
but we all satisfied/
when we got what we need, got what we need/ (x2)

- monelo lyrics

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