knockin' on my door - b.reiththey're knocking on my doortelling me they want morehold on, hold on.they're banging on my window,telling me it's been too longhold 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'soffice, cr**ing good music like oxy gen,but please understand,i'm trying to break out of th** box i'm in.i'm not stopping til i get to ten,it's gotta be flame when that ** hits my pen.forget hits, i ain't worried if it hits a trend,we start a new one, watch them stop l**tening.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 appetitthey're knocking on my doortelling me they want morehold onhold onthey're banging on my window,telling me it's been too longhold onthey'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 ** that we all take notice of thefact that nobody knows what to do.oh, but a few people inmy corner said keep pushing,people out there want more,and they're lookingfor good music, well, let me get them cooking.i even got attention out of brooklyn,but that didn't pan out like mono.h**en'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 onhold onthey're banging on my window,telling me it's been too long:hold onthey're knocking on my door,telling me they want more.i know what it feels like,to be on that shelf, likeeverybody's passing you by, by.i keep w**hing they would notice,but it seems so hopeless,no matter how hard you try!th** 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, causewhat we've got ** 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 onthey're knocking on my door,telling me they want more:hold onhold onthey're banging on my window,telling me it's been too longhold onthey're knocking on my door,telling me they want more 20210311