[Bates]
I'm a star
I'm a star
I'm a star
I'm a star
See me in the day
Others out at night
Catch me with the Milky Way
Really doe I'm really on my way
I could see the clouds
Travel round
The Earth, as they may
Puny, self-important people
In their castles made of clay
Running round, while their town
Under pressure from my ray
Running round, while their hemisphere
Enveloped in my ray
But the J
Still lit. Do you have something to say?
Hey
[Tchakalla]
Get away
Get away
I think I need to get away
Get away
I think I need a new vaca
A better day
I need to go to St. Tropez
Or far away
I think I need to get away
Get away
I think I need to get away
A get away
I think I need a new vaca
A better day
I need to go to St. Tropez
Or far away
I think I need to go to space
Cause in this space, uh
Everybody's saving face
We're in a chase, uh
Everything is momentary
It's temporary, uh
We don't want to find a heart
We want a fairy
Well I don't do no motherfucking fancy fairytales, uh
School is just a way to get you out of flipping scales, uh
They don't want to see you make it rain or make it hail, uh
Most of all these niggas only want to see you fail
Go to hell
Boy I'm praying for the Age of Information, uh
Looking through the sky but I ain't seeing constellations, uh
And every single prize is looking like a consolation, uh
Damn it's so hard just for us to feel amazing
That's why I just need to get away
Get away
I just need to get away
Get away
I think I need a new vaca
A better day
I need to go to St. Tropez
Or far away
I think I need to get away
Get away
I think I need to get away
Get away
I think I need a new vaca
A better day
I need to go to San Tropez
Or far away
Okay
[Bates]
I got the fire and I'm geeking now
Looking for a flyer that I'm seeking out
Peeking down
Alleys for the rallies every week in town
Taking off, away from sounds of sirens
Of a fire en-
Gine for far away
I'm making for the rest stop off the coast of Mars
Look at me, I coast the stars
Astronaut with toaster bars
Brave Little Toaster bars
I don't fuck with most of yars
Stupid hoes that close the bars
I don't even goes to bars
I ain't twisted, close the jars
Supernova, close to chars
I'm about to get pulled over by a UFO
Invite them in to play cards, do you know U-N-O?
Do you know war? This is war
Then the pedal floored
Overdrive and hypervor-
Tex and bodies hit the floor