open the door

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 N!CK.'s back