Powertrippin’ GUM & Ambrose Kenny-Smith
On this page, discover the full lyrics of the song "Powertrippin’" by GUM & Ambrose Kenny-Smith. Lyrxo.com offers the most comprehensive and accurate lyrics, helping you connect with the music you love on a deeper level. Ideal for dedicated fans and anyone who appreciates quality music.
[Verse 1]
Your body's a temple but your head is a toilet
Licking your fingers, your opinion is poignant
Drop down and gimme twenty, what do ya bench press?
I'm sorry that I got a little man's biceps
Swinging weight around trying to get a reaction
Rolling your eyes like it's going outta fashion
But the world's in ruins and you find it quite amusing
[Chorus]
Power-tripping but ya gotta face the music (Power-tripping)
Power-tripping but ya gotta face the music (Power-tripping)
Power-tripping but ya gotta face the music (Power-tripping)
Yeah ya power-tripping, now it's time to taste what you've been dishing
[Post-Chorus]
Mark my words, you're on the verge of losing everything
Mark my words, you're on the verge of losing everything
[Verse 2]
Beyond the pale with a crown of privilege
Running your mouth to a crowd of crickets
Peanut-brain with a sullen existence
Blowing off steam by picking on the stricken
And you're ready to pounce when you're emasculated
Your body's a temple but your head is a toilet
Licking your fingers, your opinion is poignant
Drop down and gimme twenty, what do ya bench press?
I'm sorry that I got a little man's biceps
Swinging weight around trying to get a reaction
Rolling your eyes like it's going outta fashion
But the world's in ruins and you find it quite amusing
[Chorus]
Power-tripping but ya gotta face the music (Power-tripping)
Power-tripping but ya gotta face the music (Power-tripping)
Power-tripping but ya gotta face the music (Power-tripping)
Yeah ya power-tripping, now it's time to taste what you've been dishing
[Post-Chorus]
Mark my words, you're on the verge of losing everything
Mark my words, you're on the verge of losing everything
[Verse 2]
Beyond the pale with a crown of privilege
Running your mouth to a crowd of crickets
Peanut-brain with a sullen existence
Blowing off steam by picking on the stricken
And you're ready to pounce when you're emasculated
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!