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 last