Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fight the Feeling, artist - Mac Miller. Album song Macadelic, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 22.03.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rostrum
Song language: English
Fight the Feeling |
| So watch ‘em do the macarena somewhere out in Pasadena |
| Love the drug that everybody here just tryna get a taste of |
| You a waste of the space that you take up |
| Living, this time around I’m not kidding |
| I had an intuition about these women in suspicion |
| Got me looking at shit different |
| How a man in my position can start slipping down these slopes |
| Cuz its all just (downhill from now) |
| As a kid I didn’t learn that but (now I might) |
| When you were young and you were just tryna live your life and have some fun |
| In the world when you have yet to see how evil its become |
| Its hard to have a dream when you’re 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 |
| Sometimes I be feeling like a needle to these young kids |
| You had the world you 'bout to leave it to these young kids |
| And we gon' show you what the love is |
| 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, 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 |
| And I keep a couple Most Dope homies by me |
| So there aint too many times its me, myself and Irene |
| We stay smoking through the night |
| Wake up do some Tai Chi |
| Homie cant you see I’m chilling, please don’t fuck up my chi |
| Yeh my jacket Y3, recently been up on fashion |
| Waste a bunch of money kinda stinks of satisfaction |
| Fell asleep in Hollywood, woke up in Manhattan |
| Balling 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 you know but its better to believe |
| So why you tryna act like what you never gonna be |
| Still I tell ‘em |
| Fuck what you know, I’m feeling comfortable |
| Just continue living life cuz enough of ‘em don’t |
| You spend your days counting every single penny, mane |
| Start now cuz we coming for you anyways |
| Sometimes I wake up, up in the morning, make up |
| Wrap this much make up off my bitch soon as she yawning |
| Take up, hours upon days 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 falling |
| We all surely should die eventually |
| So whats your calling? |
| Oh, you left your phone behind, |
| Identity, crisis breaks mirrors, vices steer us through wickedness |
| Jesus Christ is right near us and devil said you owe 10% |
| Sold your soul |
| I know sold your soul and get hopeless |
| My focus stay ready opened or close in that float in the open |
| Of oceans that coast the line on the margins I rhyme |
| Or choking or soaking up game |
| I’m hoping you picked the second one |
| Change the emotion of jealousy that your holding |
| You’re telling me that your golden but really cubic zirconian |
| Let me see |
| I break you down like a pound of fire whenever your tactics are mighty clever |
| But even if you’re Mayweather you |