Tchakalla - Away lyrics

[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