K-Ottic has written lyrics for over 500 songs, the majority for his own music. He also is a ghostwriter for hire for multiple genres and artists. Every single line was created solely by him, or the featured artists.
Hindsight Album Lyrics (2021)
1.Intro (Instrumental Only)
2.2020
Verse 1:
So we’ve succeeded
What comes next for the ink that keeps on bleeding out my veins
Screaming for its freedom expectations I exceeded
I completed more than anyone was thinking I’d achieve
But if I’m breathing I believe that I can be
Better than myself on the beat
Who I’m bout to be makes everything, anything
Anybody ever heard me speak seem weak so now somehow that’s clever,
Coulda been so much better, developing in every single syllable of my lines
In between these sheets these people for some reason now agree
They said I’d never make it from the start and
I started to believe them my art was in pieces,
The prequels my sequels will beat them it’s easy
Believe me this is the season its seasoning the beats
For me to eat them beat them all to tiny little pieces
Killin every city I been in, winning, taking momentum,
Saying every sentence in 3, or 4, syllable intervals
Timing in beast mode at least at minimal
Might even be cold, on sheets though, on beats, not literal
Try to believe though hard to achieve yo
Blind people just might see my visual
Give me a beat, beat it to pieces I needed a reason to be enemies
With the previous me I defeated the people who think I’m beneath you
I bleed to the sheets ink to the easel key to the peep hole
Me and the beat are in need of a sequel even the feet of the peeps
In back proceed to the beat too even
Hook:
If I’m not what you expected I worked on my message
And now you accept it, I been seeing 20 20
If I’m not what you expected, no idea why
Working on my message, spending all my time
Now you accept it, I see it in your eyes
I been seeing 20 20 my entire life
Verse 2:
No patience, now I’m racing just in case I never I make it
For my fans who’ve all been waiting, for the days of bigger stages
In front of way more faces, so anxious for the parts of my mosaic to go places
Take a minute for the rhythm I’ll be giving you, a little more a little bit more, than you thought Then about a minute later you admit that, it’s not that difficult, you get it too
Im an individual who wanted to be lyrical it started for me locally and opening and no achieving Any kinda following on social media so the,
Cheers’ll take me to be the best me, been investing out here remaining
I been debating if Im the same me, my reflection is mirror relating
I’m fear escaping, feel the bass, hear the hating
Not to my face, I’m amazed though, they’re complaining is so damn, earritating
I’m complimenting, accomplishments, like condiments, eyes right
My nice guy, awesomeness, hard to get hits their blind side
My product is a new type guys, keep following, the times mine
Can’t catch up, I’m seeing clearly from Heinz sight
Hook:
If I’m not what you expected I worked on my message
And now you accept it, I been seeing 20 20
If I’m not what you expected, no idea why
Working on my message, spending all my time
Now you accept it, I see it in your eyes
I been seeing 20 20 my entire life
Verse 3:
K O T T I C you see my M U S I C to be P O E T I C finally U R Visualizing
My P O Etic sayings I B so dedicated like the real S T A N I could be so entertaining
If before the 3rd recording to the tape I never made it to the bridge
Like if it wasn’t raining, then if I finished saying everything I was saying
Then got the letter back and then I set out til I made it, no waiting
A couple decades later now I’m buzzing and famous
now nobody can debate it how I’m wanted, on stages
I’m the something that they told me that I wasn’t, amazing
How the verses and my patience have reverse and turn the tables
I needed a prescription, fixing up my eyes
Now I need you all to listen, the visions in the rhymes
Took so many steps to get here, like Ikea designs
Never rested, or questionedyou shouldn’t be surprised,
By the time you finally get it, I’ve spit it many times
If I’m not what you predicted, you’ll get that over time
If you listen to my lyrics close enough you’ll feel alive
And we’ll all be seeing 2020 when we close our, eyes
3.Ghosts
Intro:
Ghosts are walking all around me
Saying they surround me
I can hear em loudly
But I don’t see no ghosts
Verse 1:
Said that I won’t make it got the power to erase em
Like a flower I’m a take em out the ground and then replace em
Every hour I’ma bury em on stages
They afraid to show their faces so they powdering their make up
All these ghosts, they go sour I remain
In the post, I’m a tower to the game,
Getting close, just know you’re a joke
If somehow you’ve been offended this is how I entertain
Every object in the mirror’s closer than appearing
As I’m steering clear of all my fears
I’m making more appearances upon all of my peers
Now the people wanna hear it
they tell me what they want me to be saying like they been here all these years
Alright, pause a minute, my flow is
Sicker than the water in a faucet in flint,
If you been talking bout me, you about to regret things
You looking more worried than people pictured with Epstein
Hook:
Ghosts are walking all around me
Saying they surround me
I can hear em loudly
But I don’t see no ghosts
Verse 2:
Speak to me via screens, phones lighting up their faces easily make enemies
Hit delete on anything, if they don’t see a reason benefiting them
now it’s time to beat ‘em on a beat
I’m a couple moves ahead, playing chess, you a checker piece
Don’t hate me cuz your bae is getting wet for me, Chesapeake
My recipe is simple make the people want the melody
A bunch of fat ass cousins in November like seconds please,
You probably rap, thought you’d be making hella cheese,
Bars are simple artificial like a painting referee
A side dish is the best you’ll ever be, I’m a centerpiece
And even when my flow is frozen it gets sold at Leatherby’s
Aiming for da skies (disguise) since I was seventeen,
But I’m not dressing up I’m better than you’ll ever be
Every single second I been working on the letters in between
Sloppy writing might just make this song for Eloise
Hook:
Ghosts are walking all around, me
Saying they surround me,
I can hear em loudly
But I don’t see no ghosts.
Verse 3:
It’s funny honestly how they keep haunting me,
All ‘em speak anonymously while they probably
Are popping bottles while their baby mama peeping
My new video and wishing I was baby daddy no apologies
I gotta be, harder on the talking screens,
They been sitting in the dark, following and commenting,
Hiding it behind the make up as if it was halloween,
White noise and voiceless, is what you’ll always be
Now I got ‘em all thinking I was lucky hit the lottery,
Magically was on the beat and suddenly they’re watching me,
Wrote a couple hundred songs way before you followed me
And now they wanna tell me I was chosen like a prodigy
Nah. Then they tell me who I oughta be,
But, I’m the opposite no stopping me,
Every sentence every letter meant to make you stop and think
Confusion like lobotomies crossing I’s and dotting T’s
Hook:
Ghosts are, walking all around, me
Saying they surround me,
I can hear em loudly
But I don’t see no ghosts.
4. Mumble
(Yeah)
Alright it's gonna get a little crazy (K-Ottic)
Verse 1:
Yeah, I know we're here for a good time
Not a long day just a good night
When the sun goes down and we turn on the lights
Real ones come out and we sip on the vices
DJs plug in devices
Eyes are looking at the pretty little tightest
Dresses life and stresses ice is leveraged
Up against the glass I confess
I need another drink to energize
I can barely think so I emphasize
A song starts playing that everybody likes
And we all say words I don't recognize
Hook:
I can rap like all you other mumble rappers backwards
I'll eat you for breakfast
Bagels maple leggo my Eggo
I can rap like any of you mumble (some form of mumbling)
I'll eat you for breakfast
Sausage awesome (for real)
You can rap like all you other mumble rappers backwards
I'll eat you for breakfast
Bagels maple (I have no idea what I'm saying here)
You can rap like any of you mumble (more fake words)
You eat them for breakfast
Sausage awesome (for real)
Verse 2:
What? I'm not trying to make light of it
If it's a party then I hope I get invited
I admire how you're making something out of nothing
'Cause I did the same thing, really though it is amazing
Man, please don't think this is jealousy
We a hundred like a centipede
It don't matter that most centipedes don't have a
Hundred legs it’s our day and amazing want to pay?
Me 'cause my shit's so deep
It increases like it's dirty laundry
I can rap backwards like I'm in a carseat
I could probably speak this chorus in Farsi
Hook:
I can rap like all you other mumble rappers backwards
I'll eat you for breakfast
Bagels maple leggo my Eggo
I can rap like any of you mumble (some form of mumbling)
I'll eat you for breakfast
Sausage awesome (for real)
You can rap like all you other mumble rappers backwards
I'll eat you for breakfast
Bagels maple (I have no idea what I'm saying here)
You can rap like any of you mumble (more fake words)
You eat them for breakfast
Sausage awesome (for real)
Verse 3:
Ham and eggs and maybe some pancakes and
If I'm on vacation I'm chasing
This quarter pound of bacon with shots
'Cause I am an American and my patience is very thin
And I like Christmas carolin'
Hook:
I can rap like all you other mumble rappers backwards
I'll eat you for breakfast
Bagels maple leggo my Eggo
I can rap like any of you mumble (some form of mumbling)
I'll eat you for breakfast
Sausage awesome (for real)
You can rap like all you other mumble rappers backwards
I'll eat you for breakfast
Bagels maple (I have no idea what I'm saying here)
You can rap like any of you mumble (more fake words)
You eat them for breakfast
Sausage awesome (for real)
5. Critical Feat. Ekoh
Verse 2:
Man I think music should give me a salary
Even minimum hourly that would be
Reason for people who doubted me
To believe and proud of me,
How can I break this all down to be layman’s
I am not patient ya’ll think I’m famous
No matter how far I have come
I keep building new mountains that tower me
Man I’m not sleeping again, 3:10 AM
Pieces of sheets are surrounding me
I keep on wanting my sound to be louder
I need it to power the speakers
I’m not really hearing these fallacies
Follow me round, hollow me out
I’m not allowed to be sour
I got the power to stop or keep going
It’s quiet outside but the thoughts are devouring me
My words started leaving the city I sleep in I learned to believe
People searching my name and my reason to speak
Its a curse a disease having urges to beat up the person I see
Staring back at me lurking at me
I know I’ll be better don’t need you to see
Every person I meets got a cousin who beats verses like me
They got merch and CDs, rehearse to the beats
Shows every week words and believe
But not working like me so i tell em
I’m sorry you do not relate, not here to debate
I’ve spent half my life to perfect it verbatim
Stayed in my lane up to elbows in paint and still painting
Amazing if you got a mic then you’re famous don’t hate that I made it cuz
Hook:
I tell my stories in syllables, syllables, record em for stereos,
When I tell em I rap some think it’s hilarious they think its hysterical
That I wanna be sentimental, recording my mental
In minimal sentences since its a little less censored its easy for
Them to be thinking they need to be critical
Ya, they need to be critical
The critics condition to me is a critical thing
Staying belittled, now its easy to see
I need em to be not believing in me
If I start to think that I’ve made it
Then I’ll be complacent I need to be hated
Maybe just a little they need to be critical
Verse 2:
I expected a spotlight got hundreds of stop signs
Studio session is hot right, my incentive is not right
Miles are rollin when I’m on the road, it’s easy to see have lost it
Funny the bigger I get I get little again on the microscopic talking
Constant content not the nonsense topics not hip hop and
I’m just not the product got the thoughts, not the face not the walk
Critics keep on zooming in and the minute they do I go rip on a tune
And I give this to you while they switching their view my decision is to
Turn their vision into a new chip in the booth
Difficult to take a hit every new hit I spit buts its typical too
Fans who are listening to it sending me messages sayin I’m keeping em going
Giving ‘em sentences they all depend on, hundred percent I’ll deliver em too
I’ll defend em until I’ve offended a million critics
If it’ll mean any of you hear my story in syllables
Hook:
I tell my stories in syllables, syllables, record em for stereos,
When I tell em I rap some think it’s hilarious they think its hysterical
That I wanna be sentimental, recording my mental
In minimal sentences since its a little less censored its easy for
Them to be thinking they need to be critical
Ya, they need to be critical
The critics condition to me is a critical thing
Staying belittled, now its easy to see
I need em to be not believing in me
If I start to think that I’ve made it
Then I’ll be complacent I need to be hated
Maybe just a little they need to be critical
Verse 3 (Ekoh)
Yeah, now I don’t think you know what it takes to fill
Big dreams when the world wanna see you fail
Said you wanna do this then get ready to build
Some thick skin but the world gonna break it still
I came to kill the way that you used to
Think of me oh now this a new dude
Never leave no trace of the old me
But the game still so lonely
I don’t need you to believe in me
Actually it’s been better when nobody’s seeing me
Spending my life in the shadows I seem to be
Laughed at and hated and doubted repeatedly
But I know now that’s the shit that I needed
And all of the hate was the fuel that was feeding me
Thank you for all of that keeping up that energy
I cannot stop yet there’s so much ahead of me
Yeah, I know it makes you feel good making me feel I’m invisible
You build up your ego talking that shit acting so critical
But I don’t need none of you fuck what you thinking I’ve been taking enough
And ya’ll been asleep it’s about that time that I wake ya’ll up
Hook:
Yeah, wake up to the stereo, when I tell ‘em I rap
They think it’s hilarious, they think it’s hysterical
That I wanna be sentimental, recording my mental
In minimal sentences since its a little less censored its easy for
Them to be thinking they need to be critical
Ya, they need to be critical
The critics condition to me is a critical thing
Staying belittled, now its easy to see
I need em to be not believing in me
If I start to think that I’ve made it
Then I’ll be complacent I need to be hated
Maybe just a little they need to be critical
6. Cousins
Intro:
Man, if I’ve learned anything,
The bigger I get in this rap game
It’s that everybody I meet raps
Or somebody they know raps like their cousin
And I’m someone’s cousin too and that’s cool I just might be a little different
Hook:
I tell ‘em that I rap, I tell ‘em that I rap
They say who doesn’t, like who doesn’t
Tell ‘em let me play a track, let me play a track
My new one’s buzzing, my new one’s buzzing
I tell ‘em that I rap, I tell ‘em that I rap
They say who doesn’t, like who doesn’t
But I gotta be, I have to be
I probably am so much better than all your cousins
Verse 1:
I’ve been setting the table while living on stages
It isn’t debatable minimum wage isn’t fitted for making it
Being this famous is taking away from the fam
I’m the main entertainment, they doing the dishes I’m making the plates and
I’m grabbing the silverware taking the forks and I’m perfectly placing em
Making me say it again
I been earning a place, murdering bass
You goin learn it today every hand that I shake, and person I face
Wants a place at the table it’s always November and Thursday great
Serving the plates finding a place we escape in
And right in the middle a vase, of flowers sits idle a perfect arrangement
I might even give it a taste,
The people around, acting like homies
‘cause of music they know me,
Some have donated but dozens are wanting a bunch of the proceeds
The cousins are lonely, man I think I’ma run out of groceries
I’ma feed em as much as I can, for real, but nobody touching my trophy
Hook:
I tell ‘em that I rap, I tell ‘em that I rap
They say who doesn’t, like who doesn’t
Tell ‘em let me play a track, let me play a track
My new one’s buzzing, my new one’s buzzing
I tell ‘em that I rap, I tell ‘em that I rap
They say who doesn’t, like who doesn’t
But I gotta be, I have to be
I probably am so much better than all your cousins
Verse 2:
I been working for half of my life, no resting my
Words on a rap with a mic, the best of em
Purpose of my sacrifice, messages
If you aint heard of it yet, excellent
Now you can give it a taste, medicine
And you might think I’m a rookie, better than
Veterans everyone settling into their chairs
Passing the dressing, grabbing their seconds
Telling me stories of relatives
Butter me up, getting me ready for excellent,
Raps made by a next a kin chewing as slow as I can
Pretending I don’t understand, but, they patient and say it again, fudge
Dessert is not even on the plans bruh, so I’m not talking bout that, expletive,
But my buddy makes slaps, like beats
I’m sure that your cousin can rap, like me
I really would meet him like, happily,
But I’d rather be talking to you,
See you came to show, stood in the front row
It was such a long night I feel bad for your feet
I need you way more than you think
You’re half of me, that’s the thing
Hook:
I tell ‘em that I rap, I tell ‘em that I rap
They say who doesn’t, like who doesn’t
Tell ‘em let me play a track, let me play a track
My new one’s buzzing, my new one’s buzzing
I tell ‘em that I rap, I tell ‘em that I rap
They say who doesn’t, like who doesn’t
But I gotta be, I have to be
I probably am so much better than all your cousins
7. Nine To Five
8. Hate Like
9. Roaring Twenties
10. Intermission (Instrumental Only)
11. Twenty Minutes
12. Social Distance Feat. Jay Matthews
13. The Train
Verse 1:
Bout to be late, last call, minute to 8, that’s all
It is delayed, fast walk, backpack, laptop black socks all I packed
Got on before the doors locked, bags dropped
Settling down I’ll be around for the last stop
The engine starts revving don’t think a hard second
We’re losing our leverage been a month of hard lessons
I let the scars set in these are the cards that we
Place all of our bets in I’m in the bar section
I got some time to think go figure I need a drink
A little bit of ice between the whiskey while I’m writing things
Another curve is coming, I must’ve missed the warning
The music in my ears has muted everything since morning
The sun goes down the hours pass I wish could be able
To get some rest but for this time I guess I should be grateful
To think about the future why we do this should be stable
But for now the movement slid my glass to me across the table
Hook:
These city lights, nothing is the same
Watching it go by, from inside this train
Verse 2:
Every single person in their seats around me
Is surrounded by the strangers in their bubbles and somehow we
Only picture us, our moments, our destinations
In this vessel all our time together carries expirations
As if the journey doesn’t matter, ignoring every station
The shaking when the train is slowing down our expectations
All remain the same, people passing by with empty faces
To replace the ]ones I didn’t get the names of
Reality, hitting me, fitting like it’s stitched inside these pages
Picturing the painting placing pieces picking places
For the fiction I escape in, increasing my contagious
Viral final product I’m escaping while I’m caged in
It’s getting crowded now, someone sits across me
I slip out a fifth of whiskey, he grabs another coffee
I’m inspired got an idea I admire how he’s talking
To me like the most important thing to him’s to turn my music off we
Sit divided central California somewhere lost
He’s waking up I’m going to see my girl no matter what the cost
I’m facing toward the back, but feel like we’re moving forward
An important voice says on the speaker that it’s final boarding
Verse 3:
It’s getting late, last call from the bar
My voice is slowing down I wonder where we are now
My syllables are single solo in the car
My wife is waiting at the finish line already parked
I wonder why we do this, I wonder why we spend our time
Focused for the future missing what’s between the lines
The price of every ticket measuring from where we started to the ending
So why can’t we just all enjoy that time?
From inside all our windows all we do is look out,
A bunch of individuals in perfect harmony without
A reason, to sing in any key to any type of beat
Or tempo all together we’re too focused on our screens
Connected by the very things that keep us disconnected
And I’m just as hypocritical as any, I write this message
Typing into my computer hiding inside my obsession
Trying to convince myself that one day I will be a legend
We’re slowing down I see her through the window
It’s been a while, my heart is picking up the tempo
I saw so many people spent six hours writing bars and
Everything is different outside but I’m sitting where I started
Hook:
These city lights, nothing is the same
Watching it go by, from inside this train
14. Test
15. Roller Coaster
16. My Producer
17. Still Want To Dance
18. Freeze Feat. Taylor Morrell