Knock Knock
(Knock-knock with the knowledge-)
(Knock-knock with the knowledge-)
(Knock-knock with the knowledge-)
(Knock-knock with the knowledge that you-)
(The knowledge that you-)
(That you are my son)
(Knock-knock with the knowledge-)
(Knock-knock with the knowledge-)
(Knock-knock with the knowledge-)
(Knock-knock with the knowledge that you-)
(The knowledge that you-)
(That you are my son)
I'm writing words right on the spot
I'm telling you, man this girls is hot
She's my tamale, my tabasco
My fiasco so I'm not calm
And even when Siri says I'm right I am wrong
Making me want to bite right off my own tongue
But then I couldn't kiss her like she want me to
And then I couldn't diss her like she know I do
I like to think my life is my hands, shame
My mom and my girl both asking where you been like I got two chains
And no balls to cut them off cause that would be a pain
Vasectomy New York now I've seen more than you would think, man
(Knock-knock with the knowledge-)
(Knock-knock with the knowledge that you-)
(The knowledge that you-)
(That you are my son)
I hit that 24
It's that quarter life
Can I get that sort of life
Not thinking there's more to life
And this ain't no stream of consciousness
I'm so blocked up, like God damn
I wish my mind was bottomless
And there's two voices in my head at least they always agree
And poetry don't mind if you're pretty or you're ugly
And following the signs won't get you to the honey
So comb your hair back if you're good at making money
And there's two voices in my head at least they always agree
And poetry don't mind if you're pretty or you're ugly
And following the signs won't get you to the honey
So comb your hair back if you're good at making money
(And there's two voices in my head at least they always agree)
(And poetry don't mind if you're pretty or you're ugly)
(And following the signs won't get you to the honey)
(So comb your hair back if you're good at making money)
And there's two voices in my head at least they always agree
And poetry don't mind if you're pretty or you're ugly
And following the signs won't get you to the honey
So comb your hair back if you're good at making money
(Knock-knock with the knowledge-)
(Knock-knock with the knowledge-)
(Knock-knock with the knowledge that you-)
(The knowledge that you-)
(That you are my son)
(Knock-knock with the knowledge-)
(Knock-knock with the knowledge-)
(Knock-knock with the knowledge-)
(Knock-knock with the knowledge that you-)
(The knowledge that you-)
(That you are my son)
I'm writing words right on the spot
I'm telling you, man this girls is hot
She's my tamale, my tabasco
My fiasco so I'm not calm
And even when Siri says I'm right I am wrong
Making me want to bite right off my own tongue
But then I couldn't kiss her like she want me to
And then I couldn't diss her like she know I do
I like to think my life is my hands, shame
My mom and my girl both asking where you been like I got two chains
And no balls to cut them off cause that would be a pain
Vasectomy New York now I've seen more than you would think, man
(Knock-knock with the knowledge-)
(Knock-knock with the knowledge that you-)
(The knowledge that you-)
(That you are my son)
I hit that 24
It's that quarter life
Can I get that sort of life
Not thinking there's more to life
And this ain't no stream of consciousness
I'm so blocked up, like God damn
I wish my mind was bottomless
And there's two voices in my head at least they always agree
And poetry don't mind if you're pretty or you're ugly
And following the signs won't get you to the honey
So comb your hair back if you're good at making money
And there's two voices in my head at least they always agree
And poetry don't mind if you're pretty or you're ugly
And following the signs won't get you to the honey
So comb your hair back if you're good at making money
(And there's two voices in my head at least they always agree)
(And poetry don't mind if you're pretty or you're ugly)
(And following the signs won't get you to the honey)
(So comb your hair back if you're good at making money)
And there's two voices in my head at least they always agree
And poetry don't mind if you're pretty or you're ugly
And following the signs won't get you to the honey
So comb your hair back if you're good at making money
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Writer(s): Chad Green
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