Doorways (feat. Harrison Sands & Foster)
I've built a fire
It sits by my side in the dark
Stripped off my skin
Cut my flesh for a spark
My thoughts are the kindling
They're burning all my doubt
Harnessed all of my strength from the sun and the ground (oh baby)
At the end of the day
When the trees have fallen
When the world burns down
I know this is my calling
I'll be here to stay (I'll be here to stay)
When they all yell timber (when they all yell timber)
When the world burns down (when the world burns down)
I'll stick up my finger
I'll stick up my finger like that
I'll stick up my finger like that, cmon
Na-na-na-na-na, do this or that
The end is just a record label
Money, money, money, keys
My girl is thе world to this man
Love has been a funny thing
I wanna give it all away but I can't
Empty hallways, doorways, alleys, staircasеs and houses
Nothing but a mouse in them
Heat it up while the fires burning
In the trashcans of the dusty cold
Burning away the past man
Carry nothing on me but a lucky rope
And a pack of needs
Never ever needed a pack of these
Just knacks and a snack to eat
Maybe a sack of dope
Yo homie lets pack a piece
That's not me, no more
So who am I, who are you to say that I'm lost
I'm just do or die, it's mutual suicide
For me and all my friends
Me and my girl just talking about meeting my end
My journeys almost over so just tell me where I'll begin now
Some doors I open, yeah they going nowhere
I built a fire round the campsite I grow in
Watching it burn over time like the ozone
Still keep it cold, wintertime snow cone
Ain't got no friends like my motherfucking EP
Rub on my lights like Aladdin did genie
White people still spell my name wrong, it's easy
Fuck Chris Columbus, ain't slept in no teepee
I'm proud of my skin, used to hide out in my house
Yeah, in middle school they doubt me, bet they fucking love me now
Cuz' they was all that jazz, when they was drunk fucking these hoes
Till they flunked, saw me score like FIFA, kicking in these doors
Now I know that my destiny's nothing but a hallway
Im stacking all of my bad decisions up in the crawlspace
And lockpicking if they never let me in
Set aside the keys to happiness to see if I can win
And soon enough I'll know security is just a false act
And when the chips are down, my family's my only fallback
I've been caught sticking my finger in the wind
To check if these open doors will lead me to the end
Shoutout Bradley, shoutout Jordan
Shoutout Alex, shoutout, uh, Andrew
Shoutout Graham, shoutout Pete-O
Shoutout Diggy, um, yea, let me see
Shoutout shoulder, shoutout Ellis
Thank you very much
Shoutout Harry, you made this shit sound amazing
Shoutout Fausty, uh, last verse
It was so amazing
Shoutout mama, shoutout fafa
Shoutout sissy, shoutout Sarah
Uh, shoutout Archie, um, uh, I don't know
Shoutout myself
I have to put this shit together, it took a lot of time
I'm not a cocky motherfucker, I'm just
I stay humble though, uh
Shoutout world, shoutout universe
Thank you for listening
It sits by my side in the dark
Stripped off my skin
Cut my flesh for a spark
My thoughts are the kindling
They're burning all my doubt
Harnessed all of my strength from the sun and the ground (oh baby)
At the end of the day
When the trees have fallen
When the world burns down
I know this is my calling
I'll be here to stay (I'll be here to stay)
When they all yell timber (when they all yell timber)
When the world burns down (when the world burns down)
I'll stick up my finger
I'll stick up my finger like that
I'll stick up my finger like that, cmon
Na-na-na-na-na, do this or that
The end is just a record label
Money, money, money, keys
My girl is thе world to this man
Love has been a funny thing
I wanna give it all away but I can't
Empty hallways, doorways, alleys, staircasеs and houses
Nothing but a mouse in them
Heat it up while the fires burning
In the trashcans of the dusty cold
Burning away the past man
Carry nothing on me but a lucky rope
And a pack of needs
Never ever needed a pack of these
Just knacks and a snack to eat
Maybe a sack of dope
Yo homie lets pack a piece
That's not me, no more
So who am I, who are you to say that I'm lost
I'm just do or die, it's mutual suicide
For me and all my friends
Me and my girl just talking about meeting my end
My journeys almost over so just tell me where I'll begin now
Some doors I open, yeah they going nowhere
I built a fire round the campsite I grow in
Watching it burn over time like the ozone
Still keep it cold, wintertime snow cone
Ain't got no friends like my motherfucking EP
Rub on my lights like Aladdin did genie
White people still spell my name wrong, it's easy
Fuck Chris Columbus, ain't slept in no teepee
I'm proud of my skin, used to hide out in my house
Yeah, in middle school they doubt me, bet they fucking love me now
Cuz' they was all that jazz, when they was drunk fucking these hoes
Till they flunked, saw me score like FIFA, kicking in these doors
Now I know that my destiny's nothing but a hallway
Im stacking all of my bad decisions up in the crawlspace
And lockpicking if they never let me in
Set aside the keys to happiness to see if I can win
And soon enough I'll know security is just a false act
And when the chips are down, my family's my only fallback
I've been caught sticking my finger in the wind
To check if these open doors will lead me to the end
Shoutout Bradley, shoutout Jordan
Shoutout Alex, shoutout, uh, Andrew
Shoutout Graham, shoutout Pete-O
Shoutout Diggy, um, yea, let me see
Shoutout shoulder, shoutout Ellis
Thank you very much
Shoutout Harry, you made this shit sound amazing
Shoutout Fausty, uh, last verse
It was so amazing
Shoutout mama, shoutout fafa
Shoutout sissy, shoutout Sarah
Uh, shoutout Archie, um, uh, I don't know
Shoutout myself
I have to put this shit together, it took a lot of time
I'm not a cocky motherfucker, I'm just
I stay humble though, uh
Shoutout world, shoutout universe
Thank you for listening
Credits
Writer(s): Abhi Sridharan Vaidehi
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