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Opendoors Lyrics Meanings
by Kyle
feat. Avery Wilson


Opendoors Lyrics

Having girl problems, huh?
What? Mm-mmm, nah
Nah, I'm good
You ain't 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, I'm Lil' Boat!
But shit, I mean when you got something good like that
You gotta to appreciate that, bro
'Cause shit like that 'gon be here today, and gone tomorrow

Ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh
Ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh
Ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh
Ohh-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

Ok, you're right, I've been sort of a savage (true)
I grew up with savage dudes
So when I order drinks, I rarely ask for two, my daddy too
But yeah, I'm tryin' to 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
Comment "Nah she's mine" on every pic to let them know it's my shit
Be surprising, laugh, and make our times together more exciting
Let 'em know you can't be touched
And that'll 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

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
And if I took you to that concert, then them tickets was probably free
No out here with the lights on and blow your back out to Chief Keef
What happened to Isley brothers, makin' love between the sheets
Hey, I just make you clap yeah
Hey, I should make you sing
All I ever think
Me me me me me
Me me me me me and you occasionally
Then back to me, I put them single 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 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 back
Hold her phone, hold her hand
Kiss her more, listen more
Open doors, open doors
Yeah, yeah
Ohh, ohh
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, open doors

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