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knocking
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Трек «knocking» вышел в 3 июля 2026 г. г. на альбоме «{albumName}» (лейбл «Opium/Interscope»)xperiment
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Ken Carson
Ken Carson
Исполнитель
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Автор песен
Clifton Meador Shayne
Clifton Meador Shayne
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Ben Lidsky
Ben Lidsky
Миксинг-инженер
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Мастеринг-инженер
Luan Ho
Luan Ho
Дополнительный инженер
Liam Kachele
Liam Kachele
Дополнительный инженер
Hayden Grant
Hayden Grant
Дополнительный инженер
Drew Kelly
Drew Kelly
Дополнительный инженер
Chanyong “CY” Park
Дополнительный инженер
Clifton Meador Shayne
Clifton Meador Shayne
Продюсер
Rich Keller
Rich Keller
Миксинг-инженер пространственного звучания

Слова

[Chorus]
Huh, I'm knockin' at your door, woah, let me in
Been with the same since day one, I ain't got no new friends
If you had a problem from the jump, should've cut me off then
I been knockin' these hoes down, yeah, they bowlin' pins
I'm in competition with myself and I always win
Let you backstab me once, I can't trust you again
You should've told me how you feel, yeah, let me comprehend
[Verse 1]
Them **** went right and I went left, I paved my own way
Where was you when I was on the block all day?
I could've been your plug, you could've help me make pay
More rooms than heads in my spot, ain't gotta make space
I say whatever come to my top, they tryna save face
How you complain 'bout how I'm up, but was in the same place?
Now it's big blunts and double cups, every day a celebration
Showed you unconditional love, broke my heart, you was fakin'
**** steal the cadence, eat the whole swag
Oh, you want a feature? I need the whole bag
Want you to know who dropped your shit, I pull up, no mask
I stay low, hand on my dick if you gon' die 'bout these digits
American Eagle, you can't compare me to these pigeons
I'm totin' illegal, this Glock 19 came with a switchy
Boy, you far from a spinner, these **** so fidget
Tryna give her the whole aesthetic, but she ain't get it
I'm in Atlanta with it, I'm with fine shit
Told her, "Don't rush when you suck me up, take your time, bitch"
On my grind, yeah, this shit gore core
I picked up the camera, I'm 'bout to make a movie with your whore
Ain't goin' back and forth with these ****, yeah, they piss poor
Boy, you're a lame and it's 2025, they been closed your door
**** hatin' in 2025, yeah, that's nothin' new
2025 whips, 2025, I'm one up on you
I just left with two and this a two-seater
My mans on base, I hit a home run, I'm Derek Jeter
If I do the race and beat the case, I'm comin' out lethal
**** lie every day and get in front of that judge and tell
I flew a bitch out to the ocean, she wanna parasail
She wanna go to Hermès, you don't even know Chanel
You don't even know— you don't even know who I am
Heard you knockin' at the door, you must ain't hear it slam
[Chorus]
Huh, I'm knockin' at your door, woah, let me in
Been with the same since day one, I ain't got no new friends
If you had a problem from the jump, should've cut me off then
I been knockin' these hoes down, yeah, they bowlin' pins
I'm in competition with myself and I always win
Let you backstab me once, I can't trust you again
You should've told me how you feel, yeah, let me comprehend
Written by: Clifton Meador Shayne, Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
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