open the door Lyrics

Open the door, she bakin' cookies in the oven

Don't know how she looks so perfect, but she does it

Might just give this girl my heart and I'm not frontin'

We could gather all our thoughts and try that what if

We run around, got our families at the table

You ask around each person, "How'd your day go?"

Straight up girl, straight up life, straight up cool

Wearin' sundresses, she's my straight up boo

Even when we in the mountains she my favorite view

Even when she get obnoxious gotta love her too

I pick her up, and we listen to our favorite tunes

How to love, Lil Wayne, help me make a move

Even when we straight up fightin' I can't hate her, dude

I know she's real you won't hear her in my interlude

Shakin' fears, I'm tryna live this life

Me and you

Hit me up, baby

You won't find a better dude

I'm feelin' you, baby, just please don't walk away

I'm leadin' this life with you and I won't make it change

(I won't make it change)

(I won't make it change)

(I won't make it change)

(I won't make it change)

Open the door, she gonna ask me how my day went

Reassuring me, she tell me I'm gon' make it

She pursuing me, she wanna see me famous

Lust is out the door, won't ask to see her naked

Tryna live a life with God and my baby

You tryna push me out, man, you're mistaken

You lie to him, he's gon' cook you like some bacon

Eternal life, man, isn't that the greatest?

It's just crazy man, like, you can't look back

And you can't genuinely tell me you're not at least a little bit thankful

Look at all the stuff that God is doin' for you in your life

The things he's movin'

The things, like, even the bad things like, look past that

You know

Look what he's doin' to benefit you from that

Like, there's good things that's gonna happen from this bad thing that's happening

He's just preparin' you, bro

Like, stop trippin' about it, stop spendin' all your time wishin'

"Oh, I wish I could go back

Just let God cook

Let him do his thing, let him cook

I'm tellin' you, it's gonna make everything so much easier

You're just trippin' so much about it that God can't even cook

You're takin' the situation out of his hands, forcin' it to be yours

Let him cook

Open the door, and she tell me I'm the greatest

That's my momma, girl, don't you be mistaken

She fed me good, never had a tummy ache, and

She watched me grow, now she tellin' me I made it

Gotta love her, man

Gotta trust her, man

Hope she saw me say I love her on the telegram

Gotta love the fam

Gotta trust the fam

If I make it you might see them goin' band for band

Yeah, I'm not that type of person to just like

You know, forget about the people that brought me here

You feel me, like

If I make it like that, they're gonna get it, like

You might have somethin' to say but that doesn't matter

Like, you're fakin'

Open the door, and she see me bein' honest

If I have a kid, won't raise him like Adonis

Would be a good dad, I would try my hardest

Somethin' I ain't had, if I'm bein' honest

Won't switch up on my girl, I ain't playin' like that

You might see her in some pearls

Man, I paid for all that

You might see her on the streets

Say, damn, she bad

If I catch you slippin' up

Then I'm throwin' these hands

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