Knock on Wood

Music

I tell a stranger that I'm doing fine

Even if I don't feel so good

Cause first off I could be a lot worse off

Good Lord and the good Lord knows I could

I seen a lot of folks turn their backs

And walk right off the grounds I stood

But your belief don't matter too much to me

Cause I'mma press on like I should

Knock on wood

See I've been begging to a stranger for change

But this cup's filled with nothing but my anguish and pain

And every cut that I've attempted has been simple and plain

So many reasons I should quit but I don't get to explain

Cause I been held underwater

The thought of losing is torture

But nothing that seemed to bother me

Thought of quitting is brought up

But then I look at my daughter and think about where it started

They told me to knock on wood

So I knock on it even harder

But the harder that I knock

Then it's the harder that it got

But a part of me is hoping that a part of me will stop

But everything's artificial when the party goes to rot

While I'm chasing down a dream that I hardly even want

But I'm heartbroken

My car smoking while I pull up to the bar slowly

To do another free show where they don't know who you are fully

But I gotta be to work in a couple hours

And I pray I make it. Knock on wood

I tell a stranger that I'm doing fine

Even if I don't feel so good

Cause first off, I could be a lot worse off

Good Lord and the good Lord knows I could

I seen a lot of folks turn their backs

And walk right off the grounds I stood

But your belief don't matter too much to me

Cause I'ma press on like I should

Knock on wood

Knock on wood

Knock on wood

Knock on wood

I knock on wood

Knock on wood

I Knock on wood

I knock on wood

I knock on wood

I knock on wood

Somebody cut my mic on, see that's my grindstone

And I'ma keep my nose to it while I get my rhyme on

And to the doubters that was giving me hell

Told me to quit, well I guess I just don't listen too well

Cause I'm a hard-headed skinned knee

South Georgia MC that fits proper

And may no weapon, prosper formed against me

Can't hit what you can't see

That's just common logic

How a Cymple Man can become a Hard Target

And I don't give a dang if you ain't picking me

On the playground cause I'ma grow to be the MVP

Put the windmill on him like I'm Dominique

Y'all cannot compete obviously, you are a novelty

And I don't just make country rap so my apologies

But honestly, I love myself and me is who I gotta be

But I'ma get hurt soon it'll be all good

Just give me one shot god

Knock on wood

Knock on wood

Knock on wood

Knock on wood

I knock on wood

Knock on wood

I knock on wood

Knock on wood

I knock on wood

Knock on wood

I knock on wood

Knock on wood

I tell a stranger that I doing fine

Even if I don't feel So good

Cause first off I could be a lot worse off

Good Lord and the good Lord knows I could

I seen a lot of folks turn their backs

And walk right off the grounds I stood

But your belief don't matter too much to me

Cause I'mma press on like I should

Knock on wood