Some people like, to make all the rules and tell others what to do. They make it their way, so they always win and the others always lose. Street gangs and madmen how they wage their private wars (ayy). In bankers clothes their hearts are froze and their wives hold hands with whores. I'll sit and spin for a little while If it's the end of days I'm going out in style. Too much, too young, too fast I'm gonna, drink it up while it lasts. Too much, too young, too fast I'm gonna, tear it up so fill my glass. Thieves in the night, rob you blind with surgical precision. You can't evade the eye in the sky he got facial recognition. Paranoia on every street it's hard to stay alive. You never know when you'll feel the heat before it takes your life (ayy). I'll sit and spin for a little while If it's the end of days I'm going out in style. Too much, too young, too fast I'm gonna, drink it up while it lasts. Too much, too young, too fast I'm gonna, tear it up so fill my glass. GUITAR SOLO Too much, too young, too fast I'm gonna, drink it up while it lasts. Too much, too young, too fast I'm gonna, tear it up so fill my glass. Too much, I'm gonna drink it up. Too fast, yeah while it lasts.