Get The Door

All I'll ever need is an eighth
Coming up to first place
Nascar – no race to put food on my plate
She's sending nudes my way
But I got the dudes at my place
I'll check em soon my Sailor Moon
Sweet Mercury
I see your elegance, see your grace
I follow lines - I trace
Start low hit the thighs then up to the waist
O my, objectify - replace
She wants to get high, so I facilitate
Think I know why, yeah my shit's great
Take my time to reply,
She's been looking for signs, Astrology
Babe let it slide – I'ma side with fate
Now she got me wondering why I need a break
But I think that it's time I say –

Let me get the door for you
You opened it up
Now it's time to walk through
No need to rush but I got shit to do
Fill my cup
Spill my guts
Yeah
Let me get the door for you
I open it up but only I walk through
I got shit to do
And none of it's missing you

Looking like you got new tatts
Working hard in the lab
Seems like I'm winning at hit-making
But it seems that I made you mad
Saw you leave the concert too early
Didn't know that I'd do ya dirty
Only gold for first, no sterling
No one-hit-wonder, this shit is reoccurring
Sound of thunder how I be emerging
Don't need a lover to be reassuring
It's all g, know what I need
Think I'm going faster now that I've come clean
Now you know what I mean
Yessir indeed
Don't try to ring
Think it's bout' time that you grabbed your things

Let me get the door for you
You opened it up
Now it's time to walk through
No need to rush but I got shit to do
Fill my cup
Spill my guts
Yeah
Let me get the door for you
I open it up but only I walk through
I got shit to do
And none of it's missing you