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Knocked Out Video (MV)




Performed By: Mo Lowda
Featuring: The Humble
Language: English
Written by: JEFF LUCCI, JORDAN CAIOLA, SHANE WOODS




Mo Lowda - Knocked Out Lyrics




[ Featuring The Humble ]

Knocked out in the 14th round, exhausted and alone.
Tryin' to pull myself up by the bootstraps, so slow.
At the hands of my proven better half, supposedly.
It seems she's off with the better hand openly.
Knocked out in the 14th round, exhausted and alone.
Tryin' to pull myself up by the bootstraps, so slow.
Love, sit patiently; let me pick your brain.
I started living when I learned your name.
But still the endless mazes and webs of the conversations remain
But we wouldn't love the sunshine if it never rained.
We can talk about it over and over again
With the ceiling bearing down, no room to stand
No space to grow.
So how can we know just what is right?
See, I've got to know. When everything is out on the table.
And If ya lemme get up I'll stand my ground
And never fall back down for the count.
Let me get up.
You're always on your toes. You've lined your soul with bricks.
And all the while it's beginning to get cold and you won't let me in.
We can talk about it over and over again
With the ceiling bearing down, no room to stand
No space to grow.
So how can we know just what is right?
See, I've got to know. When everything is out on the table.
And If ya lemme get up I'll stand my ground
And never fall back down for the count.
So how can we know just what is right?
See, I've got to know. When everything is out on the table.
And If ya lemme get up I'll stand my ground
And never fall back down for the count.
Let me get up.
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Knocked out in the 14th round, exhausted and alone.
Tryin' to pull myself up by the bootstraps, so slow.
At the hands of my proven better half, supposedly.
It seems she's off with the better hand openly.
Knocked out in the 14th round, exhausted and alone.
Tryin' to pull myself up by the bootstraps, so slow.
Love, sit patiently; let me pick your brain.
I started living when I learned your name.
But still the endless mazes and webs of the conversations remain
But we wouldn't love the sunshine if it never rained.
We can talk about it over and over again
With the ceiling bearing down, no room to stand
No space to grow.
So how can we know just what is right?
See, I've got to know. When everything is out on the table.
And If ya lemme get up I'll stand my ground
And never fall back down for the count.
Let me get up.
You're always on your toes. You've lined your soul with bricks.
And all the while it's beginning to get cold and you won't let me in.
We can talk about it over and over again
With the ceiling bearing down, no room to stand
No space to grow.
So how can we know just what is right?
See, I've got to know. When everything is out on the table.
And If ya lemme get up I'll stand my ground
And never fall back down for the count.
So how can we know just what is right?
See, I've got to know. When everything is out on the table.
And If ya lemme get up I'll stand my ground
And never fall back down for the count.
Let me get up.
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Writer: JEFF LUCCI, JORDAN CAIOLA, SHANE WOODS
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

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