Fight the Feeling — текст песни

So watch ‘em do the macarena somewhere out in Pasadena

Love the drug that everybody here just tryna get a taste of

You a waste of the space that you take up

Living, this time around I’m not kidding

I had an intuition about these women in suspicion

Got me looking at shit different

How a man in my position can start slipping down these slopes

Cuz its all just (downhill from now)

As a kid I didn’t learn that but (now I might)

When you were young and you were just tryna live your life and have some fun

In the world when you have yet to see how evil its become

Its hard to have a dream when you’re deep inside of one

And I know you hate them spirits so I keep ‘em in my lungs

I’m a Beatle to these young kids

Sometimes I be feeling like a needle to these young kids

You had the world you 'bout to leave it to these young kids

And we gon' show you what the love is

Stay high, go for what you know?

Let it in your mental

And don’t ever let it go

(it won’t stop)

You can’t fight the feeling, feeling

You can’t fight the feeling, no

(it won’t stop)

You can’t fight the feeling, feeling

You can’t fight the feeling, no

And I keep a couple Most Dope homies by me

So there aint too many times its me, myself and Irene

We stay smoking through the night

Wake up do some Tai Chi

Homie cant you see I’m chilling, please don’t fuck up my chi

Yeh my jacket Y3, recently been up on fashion

Waste a bunch of money kinda stinks of satisfaction

Fell asleep in Hollywood, woke up in Manhattan

Balling like I’m Jordan but I’m fresh as Mars blackmon

A penny for your thoughts, a dollar for your dreams

A price on an idea we never can agree

They tell you what you know but its better to believe

So why you tryna act like what you never gonna be

Still I tell ‘em

Fuck what you know, I’m feeling comfortable

Just continue living life cuz enough of ‘em don’t

You spend your days counting every single penny, mane

Start now cuz we coming for you anyways

Sometimes I wake up, up in the morning, make up

Wrap this much make up off my bitch soon as she yawning

Take up, hours upon days just to find power shit to say

But you won’t hear it, even if your ears was pierced with

Beats by Dre, I mean

The sun is slowly falling

We all surely should die eventually

So whats your calling?

Oh, you left your phone behind,

Identity, crisis breaks mirrors, vices steer us through wickedness

Jesus Christ is right near us and devil said you owe 10%

Sold your soul

I know sold your soul and get hopeless

My focus stay ready opened or close in that float in the open

Of oceans that coast the line on the margins I rhyme

Or choking or soaking up game

I’m hoping you picked the second one

Change the emotion of jealousy that your holding

You’re telling me that your golden but really cubic zirconian

Let me see

I break you down like a pound of fire whenever your tactics are mighty clever

But even if you’re Mayweather you