Lyrics

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 In banker's 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 goin' 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 I'll sit and spin for a little while If it's the end of days, I'm goin' 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 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
Writer(s): Victor James Wright, Joel Francis O'keeffe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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