Lyrics:
[Grouch]
What are you?
I'm just a simple man
I like pretty things
I'm a simple man, really
I'm just a simple man
I like pretty things; I like
the same about him
Y'all had some time to sink in
Hey Zach, this song is too long
If you don't like it, hit skip
And go put on some other playlist made by
knock, knock who's there its me
Like knock, knock who's daring me? Huh
Talk about truth or dare
Make you walk that plank
Man shit shit's not fair
Know I
this?
This shit is aight for your first shit
But you don't know if it's your worst shit
You don't think finding out would be worth it?
It might be, it
I'm gonna let him out to see just how you feel
When he's around
If you move too much he might just bite you
But we'll just have to wait
And see
plans And even hundred hands I can’t hold the future by a thumb
This the life and dreams that we hold
On the burner shit’s still cold through the flame I
clock
Knock, Knock, Knock, Knock
They think I'm out of my mind said this wont happen again
Feel like my back against the wall feel like I'm trapn' again
in this nigga's head
From the hood come if you would but you might end up dead
See these sick-ass Oakland streets done turned me out
Surviving
of a desolate tenement
Like we don't know what the sentiment is
Like who sent this kid to benefit
Off of our education
Ooh that's irrelevant
Why ain't you
they ran out or veins
but then
all this thinking was making me an old grouch
and you can't do anything anyway so
if they wouldn't let me play with
they ran out or veins
but then
all this thinking was making me an old grouch
and you can't do anything anyway so
if they wouldn't let me play with
out
Said I set my goals and then knock em out
Set my goals knock knock em out
Don't go against me cuz you know I'm gone win it
Grind everyday so there
Harder than that to hold your tongue when you speak
One "fuck you" and you might get beat
One "What's your sign?" and your game turned weak
Names get
The door's wide open a-waitin' for your soul.
You don't knock, you just walk on in.
I've walked life's winding road (Oh, yeah!)
Tryin' to bear this load
the music you were made to
Don’t cringe at maudlin melodies
Don’t knock the music you were made to
Without it, might not be no you or me
I’ll go get
lil dummy (lil dummy)
If ain’t talking bout money you ain’t talking bout’ nothing (talking bout’ nothing)
Ya ass might as well be mumbling yea (might
Goblin creeping about to fucking cause some
You know your death it coming when you hear the fucking knocks come
Knock knock knock knock knock
Death is
might, tough love, heart, ‘n mind
Rocky Balboa wins the fight, strength ‘n might, tough love, heart, ‘n mind
This been brought to you by Mass Music
lurking to the streets
She might, She might, do what I asked her to
Throwin' this cash at you
Throwin' it fast at you
Do what I have to do
But don't want
at Hi-Lite still
UGP on the track, we do a drive by kill, brrrat
Verse 1: Lyricks
Knock knock, who's there? Half of the YOX
Hi-Lite mob with a couple
Aa-oo lord
Seven day old pastrami sandwich
Brother, how can you stand the odor?
This milk has been here since 2020
Time to break out the baking soda
up the deuce
(A-hah)
What you thought was tight best believe she knock loose, knock loose, knock loose
The life-threatening monster hurricane has
to get my lies out
We live different lives now
Girl you've been a bad bitch
I might put you on time out
This AMEX is mine now
My shit don't decline now
My
I rocked this, shocked this
Hip-hop this i woke and I wake up
These rappers are not this the hotness
I would knock some of these rappers out
But you
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