Move Slow

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