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.