Fight the Feeling

English translation

Uh, close your eyes.

So watch her do the Macarena somewhere out by Pasadena.

Love the 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 'bout these women and suspicion got me lookin' at shit different.

How a man in my position can start slippin' down these slopes 'cause it's all just.

As a kid I didn't learn that but when you are 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 have the world, you 'bout to leave it to these young kids. And we gon' show you what the love is.

Stay high. Don't fall 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.

Uh, and I keep a couple most dope homies by me.

So it rain 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. Yeah, my jacket Y-3.

Recently been up on fashion.

Waste a bunch of money, kinda stinks of satisfaction. 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 them don't.

You spent your days countin' every single penny made. Or start now 'cause we comin' for you anyways.

Stay high. Don't fall for what you know.

-Yeah. -Let it in your mental.

Macadelic.

-And don't ever let it go. -It ain't never gon' stop 'cause. . .

You can't fight the feeling.

-No. -Feeling. You can't fight the feeling, no.

Uh, I told you it won't stop 'cause. . .

You can't fight the feeling, feeling. You can't fight the feeling, no.

Sometimes I wake up, up in the morning.

Make up rap this month to make up off my bitch soon as she dawn it. Take up hours on pandays 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 fallin'.

We all surely should die eventually, so what's your calling?

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 10%. So your soul.

I know, so your soul and you're hopeless.

My focus stare at elopin' on boats that float in the open of oceans that coastline on the margins.

I rhyme through chokin' or soakin' up game. I'm hopin' you pick the second one.

Chain the emotion of jealousy that you're holdin'.

You're tellin' me that you're golden but really cubic zirconian. Let me see.

I'll break you down like a pound of fire whenever. Your tactics are mighty clever.

-But even if you're Mayweather, you. . .

-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.

Fuck me. What you wanna do? Fuck me.

What you wanna do? Oh yeah.

Oh yeah.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck. Oh. Don't stop.

Stop.