Ikea Video (MV)

What?
The things you own end up owning you
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August, Interior Hostel, India

I might just swim the Indian ocean to reach home
Cause these walls killing my focus, damn I miss home
My appetite dysfunctional
This Fahrenheit got me uncomfortable
Ain't no winters just summers and summers and summers
Oh and no wifi, shit
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

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, when we

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
Damn, we gotta renovate this house, like right now

October, Exterior Hostel, India

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

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

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, when we