SPACESHIPS+BATTLES=PRETTY CATASTROPHE

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