Doors - Samson

Doors, I’m kickin' em down

Look at them look at me now

Flippin' a style

Took everybody a while

Now I’m just walkin' the isle

Now I manage

With the runway up in Paris

Got clearance for the college in psychology of Religion

Abolish your religion

The fuck you tell the children?

Hey children just don’t listen to them Christians

follow the poles of existence

I’m sippin' on some shit that got me trippin'

I’m trippin' on some shit but I’m not slippin'

Heavy up on a mission

I’m a vissionary then marry these vision

Precision

where they show me any target I’m not missin'

Been busy writing this shit 'das not 'propriately been written

I’m missin' my Ladoses to lately fuck you Thanksgivin'

I’m skippin'

I die when you look over

I’m frozen

Always have been the creator of the road that I am walkin'

Kattie don’t you give it up

just go stress

leave the cameras goin' us

make love

Where you could follow me up

to the first

reach us up

we make up

we go

Sonny don’t finger to them doors

I’m kickin' em down.

Talkin' doors I’m kickin' em down.

show you the light

the dark

the fame

the heart

that’s on Broadway

lights on

therapy when my mics on

Tell the best to check before

'88 when I was born

that would make 24

I’ve already lived through multiple wars

the floors were broke with time

not even into my prime

gotta find myself in the same breath as those who were one of a kind

I’m in

black rose, all day

workin' on my nose

tracing the oath

regions of garden reminds of the religious folks we are

The new generation of dark

aw man we writing a plot

tell her you manage to stop runnin' from his

potential

Potential