OpenDoors (feat. Avery Wilson)

Having girl problems, huh?

What? Mmm-mmm, nah

Nah, I'm good

You sound like it nigga

I only heard light-skinned niggas sing like that

Man, I don't know what it is bro

It's like girls are just so hard to understand

You-you feel me?

Nah nigga, I'm lil boat!

But shit, I mean when you got something good like that

You gotta 'preciate that, bro

'Cause shit like that can be here today, and gone tomorrow

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ohh-ohh-ohh

Ooh-ohh-ohh-ohh

Call her first, call her back

Hold her phone, hold her hand

Kiss her more, listen more

Open doors, open doors

Call her first, call her back

Hold her phone, hold her hand

Kiss her more, listen more

Open doors, open doors

Okay, you're right, I've been sort of a savage, true

I grew up with savage dudes

And when I order drinks, I rarely ask for two, my daddy too

But yeah, I'm tryin' recreate my DNA

Shady ways, stop liking pics, that ain't my ba-ba-baby's face

Make you hide it

I should make you put your whole account on private (hmm)

Comment: Nah she's mine, on every pic to let 'em know it's my shit

Be surprising, laugh, and make our times together more exciting (hahaha)

Let 'em know you can't be touched

And that I vanquish he who tries it

Yeah, my heart is closed, I know I haven't let you see inside it

It's hard for me to open up, be courteous and open-minded

What it means to be the man you need, I had to redefine it

I just really had to be reminded ('minded, 'minded, 'minded)

Call her first, call her back

Hold her phone, hold her hand

Kiss her more, listen more

Open doors, open doors

Call her first, call her back

Hold her phone, hold her hand

Kiss her more, listen more

Open doors, open doors

I don't even play this many games on my xbox

I know I suck, I know I'm butt, I know I'm cheeks, I know I'm cheap

I know I eat, I make you pay

If I go out, I make you stay

If I took you to that concert, them tickets was prolly free

Know I hear with the lights on, and blow your back out to chief keef

What happened to isley brother's, makin' love between the sheets?

Ayy, I just make you clap (ayy)

Yeah, I should make you sing (ayy)

All I ever think (yeah)

Me me me me me

Me me me me me, and you occasionally

Then back to me

I put them same old broken records on repeat

Them the ones I love to sing

Only on behalf of me, like you isn't half of we

How hard is it actually

Call her first, call her back

Hold her phone, hold her hand

Kiss her more, listen more

Open doors, open doors

Call her first, call her back

Hold her phone, hold her hand

Kiss her more, listen more

Open doors, open doors

Call her first (call her first), call her back (back)

Hold her phone (yeah), hold her hand (yeah)

Kiss her more (kiss her more), listen more (listen more)

Open doors, open doors

(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

Call her first, call her back (call her back)

Hold her phone (hold her phone), hold her hand (hold her hand)

Kiss her more (kiss her more), listen more (mmm)

Open doors, open doors

(Oooo)

Call her first, call her back

Hold her phone, hold her hand

Kiss her more, listen more

Open doors, yeah-yeah

Whoooo

Yeah, I can't forget ya

Call her first, call her back

Hold her phone, hold her hand

Kiss her more, listen more

Open doors

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ohh-ohh-ohh

Ooh-ohh-ohh-ohh