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