Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rapsody
Rapsody
Performer
Terrace Martin
Terrace Martin
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Patrick Douthit
Patrick Douthit
Composer
G. Pavone
G. Pavone
Composer
M. EVANS
M. EVANS
Composer
B. Sledge
B. Sledge
Composer
G. Marchetti
G. Marchetti
Composer
P. Ciampi
P. Ciampi
Composer
Terrace Martin
Terrace Martin
Co-Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Christopher Tyson
Christopher Tyson
Recording Engineer
Patrick Douthit
Patrick Douthit
Producer
Marlanna Evans
Marlanna Evans
Recording Engineer
Khrysis
Khrysis
Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Love thy neighbor the bible say
Watchin' from my window
Me and homies all congregate
Good Lord, you fine, that's all I'ma say
Son got my hair wrapped up like momma Sway
Or momma Tate, come hug on my neck, namaste
With all due respect, seven sons like Andre
We should spend a whole week together to conversate
Just knock on my door, baby boy, I'll accommodate
I could use some good company like I'm good on my taxes
Ain't tryna be a senior, just earning my bachelors
Ay, I could tell you, I don't really need too much practice
My heart ain't hard to open
It ain't wrapped in no plastic
I know you out here like rappers tryna make good on your money
Either way one day you gon' count on black woman's
So if you choose to come by
I won't leave you outside
Just knock on my door, like a couple of times, baby
We could just
[Verse 2]
(Knock on, knock on, knock on, knock on my door)
(Knock on my door sometime) Jehovah, if I ever get in the wrong place
You gotta give me strength
(Ooh, knock on my door sometime) I'm trying not to sin
(Knock on, knock on, knock on my door) See, now I gotta start my prayers all over
You can't be praying Marlina
(Knock on my door sometime) Can't be praying to heavens touch
Just disrespectful, my Lord
[Verse 3]
Every woman needs some affection
Need to be kissed, hugged, told she's loved
That cures depression
I'm talkin' 'bout you most nights
I lay around restless, I only get by
Day to day by counting my blessings
Tryna get your attention
Hope you see me in these leggings
Know I was raised better
What you fish with, you catch
I got better bait
That ain't for debate
I'm still proud of my Kate
I got cake, Kate
Apple bottoms looking for a snake
Know I'ma sin and forever get you in my place
You my first place
All these other, others, they can wait
I know a winner when I see him, if you ever 'round my way
Knock on my door and we can chill and talk about your day
That ain't nothing to do
Single woman home alone
All that's missing is you
We ain't got a curfew
We grown
So what's taking you so long?
Come around the way
And maybe we can play if you
[Verse 4]
(Knock on, knock on, knock on, knock on my door)
(Yeah, baby) My God, he's so fine, so fine
And I'm so lonely
I'm so lonely
(Ooh, knock on, knock on, knock on my door) And God, you know I like 'em tall
And lanky
And his swag
[Verse 5]
Welcome, glad you came over
Come here, you can have a seat on the sofa
You thirsty?
I got tea and soda
And water out the faucet
Oh, I was just watching Ali, I paused it
Damn, it really hurt, we lost him
Oh, you Muslim too?
I think that's awesome
No, I don't discriminate, we all pray often
I'm surprised you ain't out chillin' with your homies
Yeah, they crazy, but I like 'em though
They always joking when I pull up to my building though
(Knock on my door sometime) Yeah, I was single for a moment, yo
What you mean?
You know how it go
I could say the same thing about you
Quit playing, ****, you know you cute (Knock on my door sometime)
That's true
Right, right, give me the loot
Yeah
I dig your style
I hope you got the time that you can stay awhile
Why? I like your company (Knock on my door sometime)
And I'm really drawn to your smile
Oh, pretty ass teeth
So what you doing this week? (Knock on, knock on, knock on my door)
Well if you maybe got the time
I think you should slide over my place just to speak and
[Verse 6]
His style
Oh my
All you gotta do is just, just come by and give me one of
Just one of those
Just check on a baby girl
You know
I don't, I don't think I look that bad, I know he
I know he see me
I mean, I dress up to make sure he sees me
You gotta see me right?
I'm losing him
Written by: B. Sledge, Bryan James Sledge, G. Marchetti, G. Pavone, M. EVANS, P. Ciampi, Patrick Douthit
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