Letra Don't come knockin Upchurch

Don't come knockin

Ahh, shit
God, this mug
It rings all day, I get text messages all day
I can't edit nothing, I can't write nothing
I can't call nobody I want to
This shit has gotten out of control
(Why don't you answer my call bro?)
Yo, eh

My bowtie look futuristic, snakeskins when I talk the business
Got a couple people at my household that'll put a hole in y'all's common sense
My driveway like Carl Black, some shit ain't drove in a couple weeks
Gotta Mustang GT runs and drives gettin' lost as it disappears in the weeds
'Cause people pullin' up droppin' off their problems on my doorstep like a bunch of fuckin' Mormons
Still I goin' crazy sittin' in my closet, smokin' all my weed and I don't feel like talkin'
Noise I can't escape it, even in my head, homies want my money, bitches want my bed
All I want is silence just to clear my head but I can't even get it, why I gotta beg?

But I ain't gonna beg no more, and I won't ask permission
And I ain't gonna feel bad for success that wasn't given
If you shit talk behind closed doors your room is full of bitches
My household hold a savage and some savages live with me
So don't come knockin', oh oh, so don't come knockin'So don't come knockin', so don't so don't so don't come knockin'
So don't come knockin' on it

Footsteps walkin' on my front porch
I can see it on surveillance when I take a shit
As soon as I roll out my silky sheets
Somebody tryna yank me to a meet and greet
My fuckin' drive way a mile long, got 26 trespassing signs
I got two gates you gotta open and shut
With a loggin' chain that's wrapped around
Made plenty posts that say leave me be
And if I don't know you don't come knock knock knockin'
Eventually I'm gonna pop pop stop it
Then somebody fiddin' to pop lock drop it
My symphony don't play sympathy
If you seekin' me to get a sig' from me
Then you gon' finally see that I ain't the me
That I used to be so get used to me
'Cause I'm

But I ain't gonna beg no more, and I won't ask permission
And I ain't gonna feel bad for success that wasn't given
If you shit talk behind closed doors your room is full of bitches
My household hold a savage and some savages live with me
So don't come knockin', oh oh, so don't come knockin'
So don't come knockin', so don't so don't so don't come knockin'
So don't come knockin' on it

Look, take my advice it is day one
You fuckboys worried 'bout the wrong one
Conduct yourself like a gentleman on a white horse with a boss gun
Don't point to shoot if it ain't worth the time 'cause silence is a secret deadly weapon
I'm a mystery to the whole world 'cause I only let 'em see a small percentage
I'm creek raised, gotta couple demons but I killed 'em tossed their darkness in the deep valley
Now I'm cruisin' in a crew, deep dark two toned gettin' parked by the valley
Fuck opinions like they're starrin' in a porn, my bitch bad and she let me click record
I stay sweatin' even when I don't perform, I'm on a track, and I trapped a country boy

But I ain't gonna beg no more, and I won't ask permission
And I ain't gonna feel bad for success that wasn't given
If you shit talk behind closed doors your room is full of bitches
My household hold a savage and some savages live with me
So don't come knockin', oh oh, so don't come knockin'
So don't come knockin', so don't so don't so don't come knockin'
So don't come knockin' on it