Текст Aisha Badru – Millennial

We fill our notebooks up with hope
Plan out how our life will unfold
Only three more years of school to go
Dreaming that we’ll find a pot of gold

This is the dawning of our lives
But we’re in debt up to our eyes
Is this the cost to be alive?
A slave to bills until we die

Now we fill our backpacks up with clothes
Buy a ticket to Mexico
Only two more months of work to go
Praying that we find our souls

Yeah we fill our backpacks up with clothes
Take a trip to a land unknown
Only one more week of work to go
Praying that we find our souls
Before we have to go back home