Away

[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