Moving out Moving out (I gotta go man) Moving out Moving out (I gotta go) Now it's twenty O-five, I'm still living with my Pops I'm twenty-seven, nearly twenty-eight Suffocating from the lack of space So I found my own place, but my Father told me "Don't go, stay here You can rent that place for cash and make some dough" But I knew that I was now a man and had to leave the nest I had to be the King of my own castle and beat my chest Gotta live my own rules, so I need my own roof Peace Pops, I thank you for my whole youth Before I left he me told to remember these words "You're alone this world, so stand firm" I gotta say I learned a whole lot from this old Pops Made me to the man I am, I gotta give him mo' props Packing up my boxes, it took me like a couple days And now I'm standing in an empty room gazing Thinking of the memories I'm taking to my new home Doing everything alone, then I phoned for a cab I packed the elevator, made a few trips Got my clothes on the back seat And plus my music is in the trunk And it's the 10th of October The Dennison chapter of my life is over