Music Review: Enrique Iglesias & Pitbull "I'm A Freak"

Enrique Iglesias & Pitbull

I’m A Freak

Album: TBA

Year: 2014

         Enrique Iglesias can’t wait to hook up with a hot girl in the  scuzzy  “I’m A Freak.”

              Dense synths open the single, setting a vapid tone. In the intro, Pitbull introduces Iglesias, himself and then states his overused nickname. (“Enrique Iglesias/Pitbull/Mr. Worldwide/Let's go.”)

              After the first time they slept together, he said it was going to be a one-time thing and they’ll see each other around. Days later, he found himself tingling as he caught a whiff of fresh strawberries. He licked his lips and thought of her. She’s inside him now and he can’t stop wanting her. She’s a fervent lover, unafraid to try dangerous positions. (“I tried to let it go/But I'm addicted to your chemicals/I got a feast, I want an overdose/I love the way she gets so physical/Fucks like an animal.”)

             He thinks of her naked body and fantasizes being with her again. There isn’t a preference for a room. (“Day and night, I just imagine how you put your love on me/Lights off, lights on/Ready for some action/Baby, come and give it to me.”)

            In the chorus, he says all he thinks about is sex and she’s his new piece of meat. (“Cause I'm a freak/The way you're poppin' and droppin'/All over me/No, I don't want you to stop it/Yeah, I'm a freak/Baby, I can't lie/When you move like that/I got a one track mind/'Cause I'm a freak/Yeah, I'm a freak/'Cause I'm a freak/Yeah, I'm a freak.”)

           She laughs and rubs his shoulder, telling he didn’t need an excuse to come over to talk to her. He decides that now is the right moment and asks her to go home with him tonight. She says yes, she will. He watches her turn around to get her drink and admires how graceful she was. (“Yeah, baby there you go/Stealing my heart just like a criminal/No turning back, this time is critical/You move your body like a miracle/Baby, here we go.”)

                 The pre-chorus and chorus are sung again.

                  Pitbull watches her dance, seeing her snap her hips and slinking to the floor. He murmurs to her they have to go now or he’s going to burn up himself into ashes. He’s pleased after sleeping with her. But she’s out of his system. He’s ready for the next pretty young woman. (“Baby you pop and lock it/Drop it, I watch it for sure/Baby you rollin’ and rocking/Move it, I use it, let's go/You know I lick it and do the things that they make you explode/You don't believe me, mami, just let me go low/Because I'm a freak, that's a no/Now can I get big, big, big, baby back it up nice and slow/I just wanna skip, skip, skip, ride out and go/I came, I saw, I conquered, on to the next, let's go.”)

              The chorus is sung again.

              A female voice says that the Cataracs produced the song.

              In the final section, he says he’s willing to have anywhere. It can be a public or a private place. Or even somewhere uncomfortable. He just has to have it. (“From the hotel room to the DJ booth/On the bathroom sink yes, I'm just a freak/And when the sun goes down, gotta let it out/Baby don't blame me, I'm just a freak.”)

               Iglesias’ monotone vocals can’t muster together an intelligent thought. He’s the creeper who gropes women' breasts  just because or finds reasons to fondle parts of the body while standing in the checkout line. He belongs in therapy for his obsession with sex.

             Pitbull’s blundering rap tries to keep with the arrangement. However, he can only repeat words over and over to do it. Also, there aren’t any pop culture references whatsoever to bring any humor or relevancy to it. He’s regurgitating the lyrics in short form. He makes himself pointless.

           The crude “I’m A Freak” shouldn’t be allowed out in public.