open the door Video (MV)

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