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Door 2 Door Video (MV)




Performed By: Dylan Andre
Language: English
Length: 2:00
Written by: Dylan Andre
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Dylan Andre - Door 2 Door Lyrics
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Mind been running through the wind making tears in my eyes that I bound against
Time spent thumbing page after page til I'm drying my fountain pens
The lies keep coming try to mow em all down shooting blind at the sound of them
But I've been gunning lethal on me round in the pipe no rounded
End to the madness trigger send to the masses leave them all dead on they asses
Only way I will offend you in any fashion is if the chest rig is loaded up and not fastened
Stock shouldered tight open eyes when I'm blasting
Got your number and a bag like I cashed in
Ya'll slow ya'll the first out and last in
Cats care all about the kitty that I bask in
I set it on fire then I'm stage left
Take that mind rearrange that
Open my eyes when I bang that
Rewind time run that thing back
My money long like way back
My tongue is strong like lay back
Now what you gotta say, Jack
Wheels cost me around about a fortune Pat Sajak
I don't look at this as a conquest or a scheme I eat souls for a lesser dream
I'm talkin' best of three little red dot tester beams
Put the hit out on you like I'm Esther Dean don't want to mess with me
I'm in the lot when the club close I got a little pump shot with a snub nose
With your crew hopping out let's get it got you lookin' in your drawers like stop I skidded
Wait a minute take a listen I was born with horns
Seen so much horror I got bored of gore
Chop lines on your dome let me snort some more
My sales knock like I'm door to door, think
You can't afford a war and when I pop ya'll I'll get awarded for it
Beat your basic little hides like a four on the floor
Your booty loose like a whore in a ward, think
Real life American Horror Story in the murder house you finna get torn and gory
You're an experiment in my laboratory when I flame ya'll gas on the floor I'm pouring
I'm a freak with it you shouldn't ignore the warning
Whack so many of you got you bored of mourning
Clean the blood up out the tub and off the floor up Norman
Coming through like an E1 Corpsman
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Mind been running through the wind making tears in my eyes that I bound against
Time spent thumbing page after page til I'm drying my fountain pens
The lies keep coming try to mow em all down shooting blind at the sound of them
But I've been gunning lethal on me round in the pipe no rounded
End to the madness trigger send to the masses leave them all dead on they asses
Only way I will offend you in any fashion is if the chest rig is loaded up and not fastened
Stock shouldered tight open eyes when I'm blasting
Got your number and a bag like I cashed in
Ya'll slow ya'll the first out and last in
Cats care all about the kitty that I bask in
I set it on fire then I'm stage left
Take that mind rearrange that
Open my eyes when I bang that
Rewind time run that thing back
My money long like way back
My tongue is strong like lay back
Now what you gotta say, Jack
Wheels cost me around about a fortune Pat Sajak
I don't look at this as a conquest or a scheme I eat souls for a lesser dream
I'm talkin' best of three little red dot tester beams
Put the hit out on you like I'm Esther Dean don't want to mess with me
I'm in the lot when the club close I got a little pump shot with a snub nose
With your crew hopping out let's get it got you lookin' in your drawers like stop I skidded
Wait a minute take a listen I was born with horns
Seen so much horror I got bored of gore
Chop lines on your dome let me snort some more
My sales knock like I'm door to door, think
You can't afford a war and when I pop ya'll I'll get awarded for it
Beat your basic little hides like a four on the floor
Your booty loose like a whore in a ward, think
Real life American Horror Story in the murder house you finna get torn and gory
You're an experiment in my laboratory when I flame ya'll gas on the floor I'm pouring
I'm a freak with it you shouldn't ignore the warning
Whack so many of you got you bored of mourning
Clean the blood up out the tub and off the floor up Norman
Coming through like an E1 Corpsman
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