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.
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).
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 charm like Alyssa Milano
Hit these high notes like sopranos.
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