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Open Doors
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Open Doors was released on December 23, 2009 by Yeah Buddy Ent. as a part of the album Man Vs Machine
December 23, 2009
LabelYeah Buddy Ent.
LanguageEnglish
BPM
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

How can you see into my eyes like open doors?
How can you see into my eyes like open doors?
How long will it take for this?
I can no longer wait for this
My hand hurts, 'bout to break my wrist
Plus another paper cut from the page I ripped
I'm the greatest, just a statement
Something he would say every day when
He wakes up and rolls out of his blanket
He's got nothing to lose except patience
'Cause nobody will take a listen
Or a second glance and tune into his music
He grew furious, came to a conclusion
That his hometown is heartless to new shit
Making plans to escape from here
'Cause nobody can relate to him
He can't move 'cause the door is closed
But he keeps tapping on it like Morris Code, saying
How can you see into my eyes like open doors?
How can you see into my eyes like open doors?
I need a pill, I need a cure
Something like NyQuil to get through it
Fall asleep and dream, dream away
And maybe hard times will just fade away
Sweet talker with looks that could kill
Walking in her high heels to pay off her high bills
Pure genius, flipped the pole swinger
Started off young in church a soul singer
All it took was a matter of time
Before the money ran short so she needed to find another fix
The money wasn't coming in quick
So she tried another way, try to look at this
Making plans to escape from here
'Cause nobody can relate to her
She can't move 'cause the door is closed
But she keeps tapping on it like Morris Code, saying
How can you see into my eyes like open doors?
How can you see into my eyes like open doors?
Ah, feel the needle insert the skin
As the poison flows through your blood and veins
It's my life, man, I'm a hype man
But not the rap ad-lib my lines man
More the inhale, hit the pipe man
More the street squeegee and wipe man
If you got money, I got a cup to pitch
Bottomless, swallowing change and dollar bills
It took a lot of years to make it through all of this
A lot of cardboard and sidewalk cement
A lot of raindrops that drip and don't stop
A lot of snowflakes that freeze, don't defrost
Making plans to escape from here
'Cause nobody can relate to him
He can't move from the use of drugs
So he stays slumped over to the corner comes
How can you see into my eyes like open doors?
How can you see into my eyes like open doors?
How can you see into my eyes like open doors?
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