So watch 'em do the Macarena, somewhere out by Pasadena Love a drug that everybody here just tryna get a taste of You a waste of the space that you take up Livin', this time around I'm not kiddin' I had an intuition about these women and suspicions Got me lookin' at you different, how I'm a man in my position Can't stop slippin' down these slopes Cause it's all just downhill from there As a kid I didn't learn that, but now I'm aware When you were young and you just tryna live your life and have some fun In a world where you have yet to see how evil it's become It's hard to have a dream when you 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 But sometimes I be feelin' like a needle to these young kids You had the world, you about to leave it to these young kids And we gonna show you what the love is [Chorus] 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 You can't fight the feeling, no Uh, and I keep a couple most dope homies by me So there ain't too many times it's me, myself and Irene We stay smokin' through the night wake up, do some Tai Chi Homie can't you see I'm chillin? please don't f** up my Chi Yea my jacket Y 3, recently been up on fashion Waste a bunch of money, kinda stinks of sastisfaction Fell asleep in Hollywood, woke up in Manhattan Ballin' 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 to know, but it's better to believe So why you tryna act like what you never gonna be? Still I tell em "f** what you know, I'm feelin' comfortable" Just continue livin' life, cause enough of em don't You spent your days countin' every single penny made Store it now, cause we comin' for you anyways [Chorus] Sometimes I wake up, up in the mornin', make up breakfast Practice wipping make up off my bed soon as she yawning Take up hours out my day just do find power, sh** to say, but You won't hear it, even if your ears was pierced with Beats by Dre I mean, the sun is slowly fallin' We all surely die eventually, so what's your callin'? Oh, you left your phone behind? Identity Crisis, break mirrors, vices steer us through wickedness Jesus Christ is right near us and devil say you owe ten percent Sold your soul, I know, sold your soul and you're hopeless My focus, stare at elopin' on boats that float in the open On oceans that coast the line on the margins I rhyme, chokin' Or Soakin' up game, I'm hopin' You peeped the second one, chain ,the emotional jealousy you're holdin' You're telling me, That you're golden, but you're really cubic zirconium Let me see, I'll break you down like a pound of fire whenever But your tactics are mighty clever, but even if you Mayweather You can't fight the feeling