On the Move (feat. Cannons)

I think about it every time that I'm in need of some company

(Ooh, a little company)

A daily grind, a 9-to-5, it's really not gonna work for me

(No, no, not gonna work for me)

I can feel it, you can feel it, we're both sick of trying

Looking out the window, I can see your car outside

Grab my phone and wallet and my keys

Oh, baby, please won't you come for me? (Ooh)

So let me open the door

Feel the fire inside

Waiting to meet ya

On the move, tapping into the groove

On the move, in search of something new

So let me open the door

Feel the fire inside

Waiting to meet ya

On the move, tapping into the groove

On the move, in search of something new

I saw the limit and it's fifty, but the dashboard says sixty-three

(Ooh, we're going sixty-three)

I must admit it, you hit the gas as fast as we hit the street

(Ooh-oh, you and me hit the street)

I can feel it, you can feel it, we're both sick of trying (Oh yeah)

Looking out the window, I can see your car outside (That's right)

Grab my phone and wallet and my keys

Oh, baby, please won't you come for me? (Ooh)

So let me open the door

Feel the fire inside

Waiting to meet ya

On the move, tapping into the groove

On the move, in search of something new

So let me open the door

Feel the fire inside

Waiting to meet ya

On the move, tapping into the groove

On the move, in search of something new

On the move, tapping into the groove

On the move, in search of something new