Lyrics Something Gotta Stick - Knellz

I know something gotta stick like a honeycomb
Feeling like I'm Kevin in the movies
But i'm hardly home
Come at me I won't be trippin like a cordless phone
Stickin' with the family like Corleone
It's a hardened road

Beard soft but my heart is stone
Feeling tense
Could use a massage on the Amalfi coast
You could try to find my weak spot
It never shows
Starting to think that they only hate on me to piss me off
Felt the heat
Still picking shit up like a kitchen cloth
And then they tried to leave me hanging like a Christian cross
Gotta know the your role
Stepping back is being boss
Trust me I could learn a lesson there in every loss

Spill my heart on every record when I shut the door
I tried to settle down for a queen but I can't bite the dust

I never question my drug of choice when it's always lust
How do I look out for myself when I done seen enough

I hope my kid don't ever wanna be a rapper
Cause dreams shatter
You should be lawyer or an account
Wanna peek inside my mind, okay then climb the mountain
You wanna talk about some doubts
I'll tell you all about 'em

Cynical, maniacal, Miserable
Physical form
My demons pop up unexpected
What you visiting for
The length I'll go to get what's mine
Is past the limits of the law
Putting words back in their mouth
I got their jaws in the floor
I'm not posted when I say I got my back to the wall
That means it's either time to give in or you give it your all
My shit be bumpin' in a Tesla or a Honda Accord
When I record the pressure on
And I'm not letting off

And the pen is always working
Like exams in the fall
Not one for sports
I'm scoring when they give me the ball
Need a cape like Batman the way I'm saving them all
Put your hands behind your back man and hold your applause

And not to mention
Your mindset can be a deadly weapon
No gloves or mask could ever protect you from what I'm spittin'

And I ain't clean cut
You know that I'm the dirtiest
Killin' rappers
I be giving tickets to the pearly gates
I'm in the kitchen dog
And you'll get washed like a dirty plate
I'm heating up
And I'm about to make the furnace break

I'm picking up and taking off like I'm running late
Rappers think that they running laps
Really they running in place

They can't put my songs on my vinyl

I'll make the needle break

Thinkin that it's sweet like a piece of cake
This ain't easy bake

Rap to empty rooms
But it's feeling like there's arena seats
You know what's in my mind
It's finally time you take a peek

No sinus pressure when I tell you I'm feeling the tension
Life pulling me 360 directions
Always needing validation
Like what's the consensus
And you just me how you see me
That's just your perspective
Forreal