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