[Intro: Ice-veined Gulf Coast male MC, low and cold, slow 808, creeping organ stabs] Last October something little kept on knocking at my door I turned the TV up louder till I couldn't hear it anymore [Verse 1: Ice-veined Gulf Coast male MC, cold bars, heavy 808, hard snare] Year later, same night, I'm in a fresh black fit Going out alone, I need a crowd and a drink to quit Thinking about that door, thinking about that sound Bayou Room on Royal Street, the line wrapped around Doorman with the stamp, he looks past me at the air Says y'all got ID, and I'm the only one there Stamped my hand, then he stamped another hand by my side And I ain't see it, but I felt my blood go dry Girl from the bar says your little one is cute I said what little one, and she just pointed at my boots [Hook: Ice-veined Gulf Coast male MC, cold chant, 808 and organ] Doorman stamps two hands, but I walked in alone Bartender pours two, and the second one's gone Neighbor says your little boy was knocking at the back Party of two, and it's cold on my neck [Verse 2: Ice-veined Gulf Coast male MC, colder, organ stabs between the bars] Walking home along the bayou, there's a patter next to mine Little sneakers on the sidewalk keeping step the whole time Spanish moss is swinging and there ain't a bit of breeze And my breath is coming out of me like smoke into the trees Old lady on her steps says your boy is cold, go get him in He's been knocking on my shutters asking where his man has been And I'm shaking in the Gulf Coast heat, it's eighty-one degrees Every door I pass on Royal Street is knocking in the breeze [Hook: Ice-veined Gulf Coast male MC, cold chant, 808 and organ] Doorman stamps two hands, but I walked in alone Bartender pours two, and the second one's gone Neighbor says your little boy was knocking at the back Party of two, and it's cold on my neck [Verse 3: Ice-veined Gulf Coast male MC, kick doubles to a knock, slow and cold] Get up to my building and my neighbor's in the hall Says your little one was knocking, knocking, knocking at your wall Every lamp is burning in my place I left it dark Little muddy sneaker prints across the floor like a mark Leading to my bedroom, leading to the bed Leading to a pillow with a dent the size of a head Now I know who's been knocking, now I know who's been near I ain't open up that door, so he ain't leaving here Every party, every bar, every night for the rest It's a party of two with a cold hand on my chest [Final Hook: Ice-veined Gulf Coast male MC, cold chant, the knock under every kick, organ stabs] Doorman stamps two hands, but I walked in alone Bartender pours two, and the second one's gone Neighbor says your little boy was knocking at the back Party of two, and it's cold on my neck [Outro: Ice-veined Gulf Coast male MC, cold, the 808 fading] Little voice by the bed says, mister, I was cold out there So I'm staying where it's warm, and I'm staying right here [End]
