Welcome to my heart beating at this pace
Days like this feel like a needle in the brain
Welcome to 'America' they're shooting up the party
Because the white-boy doesn't get what he wants
Move slow
I'm done
Holding down the laughter, holding down the fort
You can trust me not to f*ck this up
Feeling the celebrity, I'm feeling real good
Like a million dollar baby driving top down through the hood
Move slow
I'm not done
So I can become someone that I'm not (or so I thought so)
So I can stare straight into the sun
And move slow
I'm not done