There are barn doors And there are revolving doors Doors on the rudders of big ships We are revolving doors There are doors that open by themselves There are sliding doors And there are secret doors There are doors that lock And doors that don't

Space coupe look like a UFO (Whoa) Smokin' on dope (Damn) They call me Yao 'cause my eyes real low (Low) Pourin' up fours (Whoa) You the type of nigga go cry to a ho (Ho) Butterfly doors (Ooh) Baby mama whip a pot on the stove (Whip it) Ain't no joke

Somebody, oh, somebody, eh, somebody, oh I want something just like this Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo Oh, I want something just like this I've been reading books of old The legends and the myths How much you wanna risk? I'm not looking for somebody

But right now I'm on this lake shore And I'm sittin' in the sun I'm sure it'll hit me When I walk through that door tonight Oh, lookie there, I've got a bite Yeah, I'm gonna miss her And I love to fish

Who are you Who who who who I woke up in a Soho doorway The policeman knew my name He said, "You can go sleep at home tonight If you can get up and walk away" I staggered back to the underground The breeze blew back my hair I remembered throwing punches

Such a long time ago If I found you with another There's one thing you should know Got to give it up or let me go Well I told you pretty baby Well I'd walk right out your door Woah you might call me crazy Oh honey if you want me to love you I know

'Tis far better to part, though it's hard to Hush mavourneen, the police are watching So good night and God guard you forever And write to me once you get by Oh Kitty, My Darling, remember That the doom will be mine if I stay Than to rot in their prison

Like Lamborghini doors We, we're going up Dreaming of things we can't afford But now we coming up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh They gon' love me, they gon' love me now I bet they tell they friends they wanna fuck me now I bet they say, "He put his

Oh, the guns of Brixton You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to When they kick at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun Shot down on the pavement

Tuesday's gone with the wind My baby's gone, with the wind Ride on train Train roll on, on down the line, Won't you please take me far, far away Now I feel the wind blow, outside my door, I'm leavin' my woman at home, oh yeah Tuesday's gone with the