B. Reith - Knockin' On My Door lyrics

rate me

They're knockin' on my door, telling me they want more:

Hold on, hold on.

They're bangin' on my window, telling me it's been too long:

Hold on, yea.

They're knockin' on my door, telling me they want more.

They said they're looking for somethin' new,

I gotcha. Give me 6 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,

Knockin' on my door, saying "Hurry up already! "

It takes time, so here's the appetizer,

To whet your appetite, bon appetit!

They're knockin' on my door, telling me they want more:

Hold on (wait, I'm not ready yet), hold on (no, I'm not ready yet).

They're bangin' on my window, telling me it's been too long:

(Wait, I'm not ready yet) Hold on (no, I'm not ready yet).

They're knockin' 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 cookin'.

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 knockin' on my door, telling me they want more:

Hold on (wait, I'm not ready yet), hold on (no, I'm not ready yet).

They're bangin' on my window, telling me it's been too long:

(Wait, I'm not ready yet) Hold on (no, I'm not ready yet).

They're knockin' 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 'bout 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 knockin' on my door, telling me they want more:

Hold on, hold on.

They're bangin' on my window, telling me it's been too long:

(Wait, I'm not ready yet) Hold on (no, I'm not ready yet).

They're knockin' on my door, telling me they want more:

Hold on (wait, I'm not ready yet), hold on (no, I'm not ready yet).

They're bangin' on my window, telling me it's been too long:

(Wait, I'm not ready yet) Hold on (no, I'm not ready yet).

They're knockin' on my door, telling me they want more.