Knucklehead ft. TLS & Bill B. Lyrics

Let's take it back

I ain't always have it all together

Who am I kidding, I still don't

Getting better though

Lemme tell y'all a lil story

Knucklehead

Used to be the story of my life, I was bugging then

Life is like a rollercoaster ride, better buckle in

I done took my lumps a couple times

Done a lot of growing up since then

Back then I was a knucklehead, knucklehead (Knucklehead)

Hard-headed, I's a knucklehead, knucklehead (Knucklehead)

I ain't get it, just a knucklehead

I done took my lumps a couple times

Done a lot of growing up since then (since then)

Yeah

Young snotty nose, backing off the cardio

Former asthmatic, that was taxing on the bronchioles

More than paramedics, I was in and out the hospital (True story)

My life's journey went from gurneys to a doctor's role

On the honor roll, was never really bad

Teachers used to tell my parents I would talk too much in class

Had me write a thousand times, I will learn to shut my trap

Never knew the gift of gab was present with the pen and pad

Momma knew where I was at after curfew

Tryna give me a heart attack

When you coming back, boy, I'm-a hurt you

Sign of the times, sorry, Ma, don't take it personal (My bad, momma)

Might've lost my mind but never lost my virtue

That I know for certain, but in pulling back the curtain

I was tired of acting perfect, got the perfect Person working on me

If you searching, look no further than me

On God, I'll put you on, I know Him personally

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What's crazy, man, if I look back over my life

If I stood up in church and, like, gave my testimony, bruh

Like, I just know the whole congregation would just

Amen

Knucklehead

Used to be the story of my life, I was bugging then

Life is like a rollercoaster ride, better buckle in

I done took my lumps a couple times

Done a lot of growing up since then

Back then I was a knucklehead, knucklehead (Knucklehead)

Hard-headed, I's a knucklehead, knucklehead (Knucklehead)

I ain't get it, just a knucklehead

I done took my lumps a couple times

Done a lot of growing up since then

Ay

Knucklehead so many times, I ain't have enough knuckles to count

Knuck if you buck, man, knuckle up 'cause we gon' knuckle it out

Ay, what that fussing about

Why momma storming in the house, knowing we stuck in a drought

And I'm just thuggin' it out

I had to Trump the situation, I'm the chosen one

Only thing that Mommy knew is Billie was her only son

Hooper with the smoky lungs, that was just to fit in

Read the room and realized they gon' boot me for this mischief

I know what my gift is, but I prefer the gimmicks

Take me to New Orleans, baby, I don't know no limits

I'ma go and steal it, and thank God for provision

'Cause if it's in proximity, then it was prolly sent to me

I found out that was sin for me, and God knows I never meant to do it

But if they don't respect me, I'ma bring it all to ruin

Lord, help this boy and please give him some better influence

'Cause, forreal, he just don't know what he doing

At all