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 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 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

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



						     



						     Thanks to eye of the beholder