Door Man (feat. Shea) Video (MV)

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