Power Freaks - Jean Dawson

How many times do I have to say we’re not enemies?

Round and around and around we go till I

How many times do I have to say we’re not enemies?

Round and around and around we go till I

Explo-ah-ah-eh-eh-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Explo-ah-ah-eh-eh-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

I know all the things that are bad for me

I don’t really care what they say, ay

I’ve been this way since seventeen

Eighteen, nineteen, till I’m in the grave

I know they don’t want smoke with me

Play dead, pussy boy, get ate

I’m not from here, I’m from the streets

Stay on the curb if you ain’t

Raised from the dirt, blood on the fur

Paid on the first, broke on the third

I’m really with it

Fist full of blood, face full of bruised cheeks

Full of chucks, stomp on nigga shit all in the scrimmage

Never run from no one but the cops

Till a nigga get popped, I’ont stop, fade a pink belly piggy

Sitting on the corner of the block with a hoodie up

Broad day, blast Zimmerman wit' a semi

How you feel?

I can’t

How many times do I have to say (we are) enemies?

Round and around and around we go till I

I know all the things that are bad for me

I don’t really care what they say, ay

I know all the things that are bad for me

I don’t really care what they say, ay

I know all the things that are bad for me

I don’t really care what they say, ay

Angel wings come out my back

Every time I leave outside my pad

They are watching me, I know they’re there

Everybody knows I’m right here

Here, here, I’m right here

Here, here, I’m right here

You won’t ever be alone

Yeah, I’m right here

Here, here, I’m right

I-I-I-I can’t

I-I I can’t

I-I-I can’t

I can’t

I, I, I, I can’t

I can’t

I-I-I I-I-I-I I-I-I-I-I-I-I can’t

I can’t, I can’t

How you feel?