Echol Remix - Open (feat. Ricky Latt)

Open, open, open
Girl I never get you open, open
For me, yea
We're broken, broken, broken
'Cause girl I can't get you open, open
No more, no
It's a quarter to nine
Would you look at the time
Girl it's hard to define what we've been through
Feel like I'm losing my mind
One day at a time
Girl you're working so hard on my mental
I'm bout to hop in my ride, pour some liquor and slide
Cause I'm praying to God I don't hurt you
You either tell me what's wrong
Or you can leave me alone
And stop calling my phone
I don't know you
Cause I'm just trying to survive
In a world that's crazy for a black man
But you make it so hard, every night
Coming home to your bullshit
(Boom, boom, boom)
Stop and think, tell me what it is
(Shoba boom, boom, boom)
Cause I can't fix if I don't know what I did
Open, open, open
Girl I never get you open, open
For me, yea
We're broken, broken, broken
'Cause girl I can't get you open, open
No more, no
Girl we got to be open
These others girls be hoping
That we don't head to Vegas
To tie the knot, eloping
You've social distanced like COVID
So you walk around with this mask on
The only thing that I'm asking
Is what it is that I've done wrong
At times I think you poking
You mad at what, you joking
Girl, you must be smoking
That Cali bud from Oakland
From the jump I didn't notice
I felt that you were chosen
I'm tired of all these games girl
Refund me all my tokens
True words spoken
Baby we're hopeless
Open, open, open
Girl I never get you open, open
For me, yea
We're broken, broken, broken
'Cause girl I can't get you open, open
No more, no

Written by:
Echol Simpson, Ricky Lattimore

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