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Knockin' On My Door - B.Reith
They're knocking on my door
Telling me they want more
Hold on, hold on.
They're banging on my window,
Telling me It's been too long
Hold on, yea.
They're knocking on my door,
Telling me they want more.
They said they're looking for something new,
I gotcha. Give me six months,
And I'll hook you up proper.
Something hotter than the biggie who shot you.
Watch out, I boiled it up like lobsters.
They get impatient, like waiting at the doctor's
Office, craving good music like oxy gen,
But please understand,
I'm trying to break out of this box I'm in.
I'm not stopping til I get to ten,
It's gotta be flame when that paper hits my pen.
Forget hits, I ain't worried if it hits a trend,
We start a new one, watch them stop listening.
Yea, but til then, I got people that are ready,
Knocking on my door, saying Hurry up already!
It takes time, so here's the appetizer,
To whet your appetite, bon appetit
They're knocking on my door
Telling me they want more
Hold on
Hold on
They're banging on my window,
Telling me It's been too long
Hold on
They're knocking on my door,
Telling me they want more:
Hold on.
Yea, It's the return of the hold up,
I've never been promoted, how could I blow up.
I come from a place where they call pop soda,
Starts with an "m", and It's not Minnesota,
Moved to the south where it gets less colder.
And record labels tell you It's all about quotas;
Well, my vote is that we all take notice of the
Fact that nobody knows what to do.
Oh, but a few people in
My corner said keep pushing,
People out there want more,
And they're looking
For good music, well, let me get them cooking.
I even got attention out of Brooklyn,
But that didn't pan out like mono.
Haven't found what I'm looking for like Bono,
Put on my tom like Alyssa Milano,
Hit these high notes like sopranos.
They're knocking on my door,
Telling me they want more:
Hold on
Hold on
They're banging on my window,
Telling me It's been too long:
Hold on
They're knocking on my door,
Telling me they want more.
I know what it feels like,
To be on that shelf, like
Everybody's passing you by, by.
I keep wishing they would notice,
But it seems so hopeless,
No matter how hard you try!
This world will try to shake you,
Mold you and then break you,
They ain't worried about your soul, soul.
Lock that door and bolt it,
Tell them to move on, cause
What we've got is worth waiting for!
They're knocking on my door,
Telling me they want more:
Hold on, hold on.
They're banging on my window,
Telling me It's been too long:
Hold on
They're knocking on my door,
Telling me they want more:
Hold on
Hold on
They're banging on my window,
Telling me It's been too long
Hold on
They're knocking on my door,
Telling me they want more
