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

19. Hindsight

20. Outro (Instrumental Only