| Song | Fight the Feeling |
| Artist | Kendrick Lamar |
| Album | The New West |
| 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 you different how a man in my position can't start slipping down these slopes | |
| Cuz its all just | |
| As a kid I didn't learn that but | |
| 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 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, don't fall what you know? | |
| Let it become a ? | |
| 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 ain't too many times its me, myself and Irene | |
| We stay smoking through the night | |
| Wake up do some Taï Chi | |
| Homie can't 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 can never 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 what's 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 ? | |
| My focus is ? that float in the open | |
| Oceans that coast the line on the margins I rhyme | |
| Or choking or soaking up game | |
| I'm hoping you picked the second one | |
| 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 |
| 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 you different how a man in my position can' t start slipping down these slopes | |
| Cuz its all just | |
| As a kid I didn' t learn that but | |
| 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 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, don' t fall what you know? | |
| Let it become a ? | |
| 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 ain' t too many times its me, myself and Irene | |
| We stay smoking through the night | |
| Wake up do some Ta Chi | |
| Homie can' t 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 can never 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 what' s 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 ? | |
| My focus is ? that float in the open | |
| Oceans that coast the line on the margins I rhyme | |
| Or choking or soaking up game | |
| I' m hoping you picked the second one | |
| 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 |