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
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

They say I'm going to hell soon, well tell something I don't know
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