I'm coolin' but I'm booted I got thirty in my tooly I'm so smooth, don't need no lubricant Kodak making movies My lil homie he a foolie I be sticking, I be moving I'm the youngest nigga to do this shit You a lame, want to screw me You a lame that want to

So I put my hands up They're playing my song And the butterflies fly away Noddin' my head like, yeah Movin' my hips like, yeah They're playin' my song You know I'm gonna be okay Yeah, it's a party in the USA Yeah it's a party in the USA

I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal) I'm livin' life in the fast lane Movin' at the speed of life and I can't slow down Only got a gallon in the gas tank But I'm almost at the finish line, so I can't stop now I don't really know where

you can only lean, on me for so long So sorry, it's over so sorry, it's over there's so much more that I wanted and (so sorry, it's over) there's so much more that I needed and time keeps moving on and on and on... (so sorry, it's over) soon we'll all be

'Cause I’ve got a jet black heart And there’s a hurricane underneath it Trying to keep us apart I write with a poison pen But these chemicals moving between us Are the reason to start again But now that I’m broken Caught up in a moment Can you see inside?

I'm gonna follow the sun Oh, oh, oh, oh Now I'm gonna tell my momma That I'm a traveller Don't stop, you got to move I'm never gonna stop Keep moving on, moving on Follow the sun Hop back to my heart

Let's jet out, we'll cruise at hyperspeed I got the beat, I got the beat And that's all we need check it out! Moving out nine times the speed of sound Target Roger that scan I've got a contact and locked on Something's going on at the jack slinger

Sometimes I can't believe it I'm moving past the feeling again If I could have it back All the time that we wasted I'd only waste it again You know I would love to waste it again Waste it again and again and again Well, I've got to ask Sometimes I can't

I'll never be that girl again, no oh oh My innocence is wearing thin But my heart is growing strong So call me, call me, call me I'm breaking down, gonna start from scratch Shake it off like an Etch-A-Sketch My lips are saying goodbye My eyes are finally

Can't stop - moving Cut to the chase It is the fire that lights itself But it burns with a restless flame The arrow on a moving target The archer must be sure of his aim It is the engine that drives itself But it chooses the uphill climb A bearing on