[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 motherf**ing 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 n***as 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 f** 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