Knocking on Wood - Spose

Look, I don’t got a mansion, I’ve never been to the Hamptons

It’s more likely that you’d find me if you came up here and went camping

I got bills stacked up like Jenga, respected less than most singers

But you won’t see me sulk about or wallow in self-doubt and let that linger

Look, I still haven’t been killed, I got pills every time I got ill

I don’t got mills to cop drop-tops or a house in the hills

But I won’t feel sorry for myself

I don’t need anything opulent as long as I’ve got oxygen

Know what I mean?!

Tonight if you see me knocking on wood

That’s just because I’m doing so fucking good

I don’t hate my life, no, it’s going alright

That’s why tonight you see me knocking on wood

I got all my limbs, I don’t got cancer, I’m superb

I never got kidnapped on my way to work

Got free education, bitch I’m learned

But some people aren’t so lucky, knock on wood

I don’t got HD TV but I got insulation

I got no Lamborghini’s, but I got vaccinations

I got a microwave, I got some pocket change

And even if I didn’t, dude, pssh, no complaints

Tonight if you see me knocking on wood

That’s just because I’m doing so fucking good

I don’t hate my life, no, it’s going alright

That’s why tonight you see me knocking on wood

Peter Sparker back up in this bitch, it’s on

It’s a free country, I can say what the fuck I want

Shit, bitch, cunt, fuck the government, buy my songs

Some places, you say shit like that, you get your hands cut off

Lucky, aren’t we?

All this time to get drunk and party?

Puke up food while kids are starving?

All of Somalia, not one Arby’s

We’re popping water bottles, we’re getting tattooed

We’re getting fat, taking naps, eating mad food

Tonight if you see me knocking on wood

That’s just because I’m doing so fucking good

I don’t hate my life, no, it’s going alright

That’s why tonight you see me knocking on wood

I don’t got a mansion, I’ve never been to the Hamptons

It’s more likely that you’d find me if you came up here and went camping

I got bills stacked up like Jenga, respected less than most singers

But you won’t see me sulk about or wallow in self-doubt and let that linger

Look, I still haven’t been killed, I got pills every time I got ill

I don’t got mills to cop drop-tops or a house in the hills

But I won’t feel sorry for myself

I don’t need anything opulent as long as I’ve got oxygen

Sing it!

Tonight if you see me knocking on wood

That’s just because I’m doing so fucking good

I don’t hate my life, no, it’s going alright

That’s why tonight you see me knocking on wood

Tonight if you see me knocking on wood

That’s just because I’m doing so fucking good

I don’t hate my life, no, it’s going alright

That’s why tonight you see me knocking on wood