Powerless… – Quentin Miller

Nick Miles, we back again, aye
(Oh whoa)

No I can’t control it, I can’t control it
I just keep doing it
I can’t control it, what’s in your pockets?
Mine look like bulges
You can’t control it, we done took over
Wake up smell the folgers
Yeah, wake up smell the folgers
We in the game now, you can’t control it
Put my arm in this shit, till it pays back
By time or money you can get it back
Yeah, out of town making moves trying to get a say here
Back at home my daughter wonderin’ where her daddy at
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I can’t control it, I can’t control it
She gon’ get older, She gon’ want to know shit
Why things ain’t work out with me and mommy?
I’ma heart breaker, runs in my family
I can’t control it, I can’t control it
I can’t control it, I can’t control it (anymore)
Put my arm in this shit, till it pays back
By time or money you can get it back
Yeah, no one knows how it feels, no one understands
The shit I been through, yeah
You ain’t never been through that
You ain’t been through that
Yeah, you can’t control it, you can’t control it
On them high horses, you can’t be on that
Made up opinions, don’t even know me
I am a rock star, you can’t control me, no

You can’t control me, you can’t control us
You can’t control me, yeah
Nick Miles, Quentin Miller