So baby when I get famous Everybody's gonna see You never really knew me There's diamonds hiding in my hands They're gonna cut through the windows Ain't no one messing with my plans Right now my star is in limbo Sit back and watch my scrawny frame

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

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

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

We're smokin' dynamite (Got kingdom come, on the run) So keep the throttle to the bottom We may never see tomorrow Too many fuses to light Gonna steal, beg, and borrow A thousand fahrenheit and we're about to ignite If tonight's our time to go, the one

They all want to switch on me Now they want to switch on me Now that I have grown Now they wanna switch on me They don't want to talk now Switch up, switch up Where was they at way back? Couch is where I slept at Never am I gon' go back

I'll find that space Where only you remain, you remain with me I'm never gonna hold back You're something that I can't let go I'm wanting you to know that But leave me chained, 'cause I am free You remain with me Hold your horse, you're running me wild

Hey, how ya doin'? Sorry you can't get through You called, I missed it Why don't you leave your name and your number? So long, baby, I'm gone You called, I missed it, You called, and I missed it, Never get back in, tired of listenin' Why don't you leave

Open your eyes I'm all a disguise (So good) I'm gonna find some trouble, trouble I'm gonna make some trouble (so good) Never gonna put a spell on me Never ever gonna bring me back Never gonna make me be Tell the people

Expectations Prom Queen, Miss America In the backseat in a pair of cuffs Never be Miss America Baby, innocence one day gonna be decadence Sixteen, little runaway From the Five-O and you got away