Moving To The Moon

Yeah
Pack your bags
We checking out of this chaos
Turn the bass up.
This got
Traffic on the highway, everyone
Screaming, stuck in a loop, y'all must
Be dreaming.
Bills in the mail, piling up high.
I'm looking up
Eyeing the sky.
Too much drama down on the block.
I'm tired of punching the same old clock.
Got my helmet
On, zipped up the suit, about to launch
Off with a funky ass route
Earth's got too heavy, gravity's a drag
Got a one-way ticket, packing up
My bags.
Counting down now, 5-4-3
Leaving all the noise where it used to be.
I'm moving to the moon, yeah
I'm checking out.