I ain't go back no more, I ain't go back no more (Mm, back up) I think that it's over I swear to God I'm moving on (Free your mind, and let your conscience be free) I know just who you are You put me on lay away You just love to heart shop

Goin' mobile Keep me moving When I'm mobile I'm going home And when I want to go home, I'm going mobile Well I'm gonna find a home on wheels, see how it feels, I can pull up by the curb, I can make it on the road, I can stop in any street

You ain't gotta leave Put you in a room But you can't sleep with me Every time I come and fuck with you You make up all the rules You ought to do it Just because our car's moving Are you in my fucking corner for real? Or, are you plotting to kill?

I come up hard baby, but now I'm cool I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine I'm checkin' trouble sugar, movin' down the line I come up hard baby, but that's okay 'Cause trouble man, don't get in my way I come

Keep moving your heels on the floor Let the bartender pour you up another round Tip the cover band, find another hand To dance and call him your rebound Another late night love, another last call crush With the neon shining down Girl, this time around,

Said I'm gonna leave my body (Moving up to higher ground) Is all I ask I'm gonna leave my body (Moving up to higher ground) I'm gonna lose my mind (History keeps pulling me down) I don't want no future (Want your future) I don't need no past (Need no

Keep moving your heels on the floor Let the bartender pour you up another round Tip the cover band, find another hand To dance and call him your rebound Another late night love, another last call crush With the neon shining down Girl, this time around,

Moving up like escalators Free bands, cash flow Bread so long, 'bouta buy the whole mall I can't see the floor, stacking money, fuck a hater Cash maniac You see my future, but you cannot have it I see my Future, but I'm not B-Rabbit Getting so throwed

(please enjoy) Hell yes I'm movin' this way I'm doin' this thing Looking for my place On assembly lines Fake prizes Risin' out of the bomb holes Skeleton boys hyped up on purple Smoke rings blow from across the disco

I'm movin' up, I'm movin', movin' up She belongs on the surface She belongs with me I'm movin' up, I'm movin', I'm movin' up I'm movin' up, I'm movin' up, I'm movin' Good God, in the middle of May with miles down Bad bitch in Santa Ana she love the Fanta