Going Nowhere Fast

Cigarette butts and a tequila bottle
Some pretty little thing that I don't know
She was hot to trot, and ready to go
When she saw my tour bus had a hot tub
And a stripper pole

Private planes, public shames
Sex drugs, and rock & roll
I know I'm going nowhere fast
'Cause I never go nowhere slow

From the back of a cop car to the penthouse suite
A hot trail of trouble showing where I been
My mugshot on the cover of the rolling stone
And platinum records on the ceiling of my limousine

I'm the same son a bitch in London
New York City, and Tokyo
I know I'm going nowhere fast
'Cause I never go nowhere slow

Oh I gotta hit the road
Oh I'm already late for last night's show

I stay higher than my G6 up in the sky
Every morning's the beginning of tomorrow night
Cameras and girls flashing at every turn
Shit gets hot out in the spotlight

I know I'm going nowhere fast
'Cause I never go nowhere slow
I know I'm going nowhere fast
'Cause I never go nowhere slow