Fight The Feeling

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 fuck 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 "fuck 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, 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 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