Door Man (feat. Shea)

Got the beef? I bet I whip my cleava' up You bad as- in a peach dress and cleavage up Submarine in ya waters, I gave you Beatle love You bringin' out my demons, and I know you eat it up Self-esteem intervenin' me goin' in Tired of playin' opossum feels impossible to win I was drawn to the way that she carries on Despite the shallow figure her secrets deeper than baritone Ok I get it, New Era body fitted She finna talk to anutha- to get it Whether a- couple free drinks, couple retweets She do- anything to take steam from a weakling All designer fashions, all decline the actions Of a single woman tryna fill her own satisfaction When the fact the matter is you can't find the adjective And fact of the matter is, this mami issa hat trick I'm in the back, cigarette and Jack And she just kickin' it at the front door Talkin' to the door man Talkin' to the door man I'm on stage doin' my thang Livin' my dreams Tryna hustle hard for my team Talkin' to the door man No offense but she talkin' to the door man No offense, no offense, no offense She keep me off-track, I'm tryna off tracks Tried to be somethin' I wasn't, but now I'm off that We neva really rushed shit physically We still got it in around Christmas Eve Blame it on the mistletoe, we still did it though So don't act like you didn't have any self-control Cuz I been constantly doin' this shit to make a point So they can finally feel me when I go make a joint Let's get back to the point, take it back in time Sophomore year, thinkin' during lunch time Saw you in the commons, to be completely honest Wanted to- since the very first look And now that it happened none of this- even matters I mean ya ass kinda fat, but ya head's gettin' fatter And Imma constant reminder of all the- you- up It though, lemme get anutha round Bottoms up I'm in the back, cigarette and Jack And she just kickin' it at the front door Talkin' to the door man Talkin' to the door man I'm on stage doin' my thang, livin' my dreams Tryna hustle hard for my team Talkin' to the door man No offense but she talkin' to the door man No offense, no offense, no offense You say You wanna know, wanna know Why I'm over here I'm still at ya show I can feel myself Getting nearer to destruction And I know I can't have you if it leads me to disfunction I want you, I need you, I hate you, I love you It's all in the same Say that you need me, I can't take pretending No time for games Just let me know, when and if you decide on me And for now I'll be Yea, yea, yea I'll be right here I'm in the back, cigarette and Jack And she just kickin' it at the front door Talkin' to the door man Talkin' to the door man I'm on stage doin' my thang, livin' my dreams Tryna hustle hard for my team Talkin' to the door man No offense but she talkin' to the door man No offense, no offense, no offense