Текст песни
And get ready for lift off
Baby tell me where you wanna go
I could bring you there within a second
Hope that it is somewhere that I know
Cuz I really wanna show you something
Hollup tell me what I need to know
No control connects to what we love
Flying with no destination, destination, destination
Spaceships and battles and pretty catastrophe
Spaceships and battles and pretty catastrophe
Pretty catastrophe
Where are we travelling ?
North or the south of the galaxy
Don't really matter girl actually kinda just nomads that have a beat shopping the destination on a javelin
Bopping a lesser nation call it battery
Batter batter in the kitchen, we catching yo gabba gabba during mission
Get sadder and sadder at last, cuz it gon' come to an end
The finish line gon be intense but like fuck it
Better times gon be the best when it pass
The history shaped like a shooting star wish upon us to stay truly ours
At least we could say that we truly hard
At least we could say that we flew to mars while I go to the sun tryna root the bars you could tell all ya friends that you flew to mars cuz you flew to mars