OpenDoors (ft Avery Wilson)

[Intro: KYLE & Lil Yachty]
Having girl problems, huh?
Mmm-mmm, nah, nah, I’m good
You ain’t sound like it nigga
I only heard light-skinned niggas sing like that

Man, I don’t know what it is bro
It’s like girls are just so hard to understand
You feel me? Nah, I’m Lil Boat!

But shit, I mean when you got something good like that
You need to appreciate that, bro
‘Cause shit like that ‘gon be here today, and gone tomorrow

[Pre-Chorus: KYLE]
Ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh
Ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh
Ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh
Ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh

[Chorus: KYLE]
Call her first, call her back
Hold her phone, hold her hand
Kiss her more, listen more
Open doors, open doors

Call her first, call her back
Hold her phone, hold her hand
Kiss her more, listen more
Open doors, open doors

[Verse 1: KYLE]
Ok, you’re right, I’ve been sort of a savage (true)
I grew up with savage dudes
When I order drinks, I rarely ask for two, my daddy too
But yeah, I’m tryin’ to recreate my DNA

Shady ways, stop liking pics, that ain’t my ba-ba-baby’s face
Make you hide it
I should make you put your whole account on private
Comment “She’s mine” on every pic to let them know it’s my shit

Be surprising, laugh, and make our time together more exciting
Let ‘em know you can’t be touched
And vanquish he who tries it

[Pre-Chorus: KYLE]
Yeah I know my heart is closed and I ain’t let you see inside it
It’s hard for me to open up, be courteous and open-minded
What it means to be the man you need
I had to redefine it, I had to be reminded

[Chorus: KYLE]
Call her first, call her back
Hold her phone, hold her hand
Kiss her more, listen more
Open doors, open doors

Call her first, call her back
Hold her phone, hold her hand
Kiss her more, listen more
Open doors, open doors

[Verse 2: KYLE]
I don’t even play this many games on my Xbox
And look, I know I’m butt, I know I’m cheeks, I know I’m cheap
When we eat I make you pay if we go out, I make you stay
If I took you to that concert, then them tickets was probably free

Out here with the lights off and blow your back out to Chief Keef
What happened to Isley brother’s, makin’ love between the sheets?
Hey, I should make you clap, hey, I should make you sing
All I ever think, oh, me me me me me
Me me me me me and you occasionally

Then back to me, I put them single broken record on repeat
Them the ones I love to sing
Only on behalf of me, like you isn’t half of we
How hard is it actually

[Chorus x4: KYLE]
Call her first, call her back
Hold her phone, hold her hand
Kiss her more, listen more
Open doors, open doors

[Outro: Avery Wilson]
Call her first, call her back
Hold her phone, hold her hand
Kiss her more, listen more
Open doors, open doors

Yeah, yeah, ohh, ohh
Call her first, call her back
Hold her phone, hold her hand
Kiss her more, listen more
Open doors, open doors