Laws - Knocking At The Door lyrics
[Laws - Knocking At The Door lyrics]
Nobody knocking at the door
Nobody ringing the bell
So I may as well head to LA’s
Let my pen blaze
On a blank page, straight raise Hell, oh well
I been taking more L’s than a burnout
Both pockets turned out
On some cartoon shit
Me and L ain’t getting no
Studio love in Tampa
So we built our own booth
Shit so I’m thumbing through
Some old Latin records
Too tired nowadays to make beats
So I looped it
Did a track called Where My Horns At?
Knowing that I had something
‘Cause my girl said it’s stupid
Then I get an email from my boy Slop
He up in Rawkus and he got an A&R spot
And some people up there think your boy hot
I need ten tracks man, what you gon’ drop?
Someone knocking at the door
Somebody ringing the bell
Someone’s knocking at the door
Somebody’s ringing the bell
Do me a favor, open the door and let ‘em in
So despite the politics of the biz
I’m sort of working with a major
So I’m feeling kinda giddy about it
Should’ve seen a red flag
When I logged online to a site and
Some people was talking shit about it
How they promoting 50 cats? Man
They got a point swallowed all my doubts
Went to L’s made the joints
Got a double XL ad with my name in it
L cut it out the mag
And gave me a frame with it
Headed to a show with some
Of the other 50 cats
Had to dip early ‘cause my
Girl was feeling sick
And that shouldn’t have been a problem
Didn’t think they’d try and play me
But weeks go by and they still never paid me
Feeling extra angry
Can’t do nothing, Rawkus ain’t promoting
No one having discussions
Till I get a message from
Rook with the JUSTICE League
Said he heard that Horns track
And he loved it man
And your boy is a soldier, oh
I thought I told ya year goes by
Sending tracks back and forth
Till my dream realize he rejecting so many
I’m thinking that he hate me
Until he says even DeNiro needed Scorsese
And I go and deliver
Your Future Favorite Rapper
Five thousand downloads, things moving faster
Shows outta town
All the memories are captured
Phone call from Rook
These labels wanna get at ya
Then he gives this news to me
Got to think my skills are above and beyond
And that my words are
Powerful as Martin Luther
Barely remember times when I was feeling down
And right after the passing
Of brother Michael
I rocked my first Atlanta audience and
Now these suit and ties like open the door
I think it’s time we let ‘em in
Yo wait, hold up
They wanna give us how much?
Oh, full creative control? Man
We ain't even sat in the studio yet homie
We getting offers and stuff
We didn't do hot mail like
I think we owe like the internet a check
You know what I'm saying?
Alright, they got my show
Ready for the Grammies
I'mma hit you when I touch down, one
Nobody ringing the bell
So I may as well head to LA’s
Let my pen blaze
On a blank page, straight raise Hell, oh well
I been taking more L’s than a burnout
Both pockets turned out
On some cartoon shit
Me and L ain’t getting no
Studio love in Tampa
So we built our own booth
Shit so I’m thumbing through
Some old Latin records
Too tired nowadays to make beats
So I looped it
Did a track called Where My Horns At?
Knowing that I had something
‘Cause my girl said it’s stupid
Then I get an email from my boy Slop
He up in Rawkus and he got an A&R spot
And some people up there think your boy hot
I need ten tracks man, what you gon’ drop?
Someone knocking at the door
Somebody ringing the bell
Someone’s knocking at the door
Somebody’s ringing the bell
Do me a favor, open the door and let ‘em in
So despite the politics of the biz
I’m sort of working with a major
So I’m feeling kinda giddy about it
Should’ve seen a red flag
When I logged online to a site and
Some people was talking shit about it
How they promoting 50 cats? Man
They got a point swallowed all my doubts
Went to L’s made the joints
Got a double XL ad with my name in it
L cut it out the mag
And gave me a frame with it
Headed to a show with some
Of the other 50 cats
Had to dip early ‘cause my
Girl was feeling sick
And that shouldn’t have been a problem
Didn’t think they’d try and play me
But weeks go by and they still never paid me
Feeling extra angry
Can’t do nothing, Rawkus ain’t promoting
No one having discussions
Till I get a message from
Rook with the JUSTICE League
Said he heard that Horns track
And he loved it man
And your boy is a soldier, oh
I thought I told ya year goes by
Sending tracks back and forth
Till my dream realize he rejecting so many
I’m thinking that he hate me
Until he says even DeNiro needed Scorsese
And I go and deliver
Your Future Favorite Rapper
Five thousand downloads, things moving faster
Shows outta town
All the memories are captured
Phone call from Rook
These labels wanna get at ya
Then he gives this news to me
Got to think my skills are above and beyond
And that my words are
Powerful as Martin Luther
Barely remember times when I was feeling down
And right after the passing
Of brother Michael
I rocked my first Atlanta audience and
Now these suit and ties like open the door
I think it’s time we let ‘em in
Yo wait, hold up
They wanna give us how much?
Oh, full creative control? Man
We ain't even sat in the studio yet homie
We getting offers and stuff
We didn't do hot mail like
I think we owe like the internet a check
You know what I'm saying?
Alright, they got my show
Ready for the Grammies
I'mma hit you when I touch down, one