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Door Don’t Lie lyrics
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Intro
Six-oh-four. Rain on the glass. Cafecito gone cold by the badge. I don’t judge, I just hold the frame. 305 to 954, same pain.
Verse 1
Six a.m. shift, polo still damp, marble floor slick from the storm-drain lamp. She came in midnight, gold dress, no coat, leaves in gray sweats with a chain on her throat. Different heels in a tote, lashes half-clean, rideshare out front, won’t look at the screen. Husband upstairs with the bay-view grin, I say, “Morning, ma’am,” and swallow the sin.
Pre-chorus
Fob, door breathe, cameras don’t sleep, condo rules say keep it discreet. Everybody rich till the lobby get quiet, and the glass see more than the skyline.
Chorus
Door don’t lie, door don’t lie, I hold it open while they run inside. Good night, good night, I say it soft, like I ain’t know what the elevator saw. Door don’t lie, door don’t lie, pretty view, real tears, low tide. I open doors for people closing theirs at home, then stand right there, made of flesh, not stone.
Verse 2
They call me “boss” when the package late, “bro” when the side piece pull through gate. Most days I’m furniture, badge and shoes, till they need ten minutes off the news. Hold this box, don’t log that name, tell valet the black coupe never came. They never tip, but they tiptoe well, perfume, pills, and boutique-hotel smell.
Verse 3
I know who tapped out, card declined, HOA email got the whole floor blind. That coupe leased, that smile rented, third notice folded where the Bible ended. Pupils too wide in the mailroom light, wife calls twice, he ducks left, right. Three-bed unit, two hearts vacant, one kid drawing suns on an eviction statement.
Pre-chorus
Fob, door breathe, cameras don’t sleep, condo rules say keep it discreet. Everybody clean till the hallway get loud, and the mirror know more than the crowd.
Chorus
Door don’t lie, door don’t lie, I hold it open while they run inside. Good night, good night, I say it soft, like I ain’t know what the elevator saw. Door don’t lie, door don’t lie, pretty view, real tears, low tide. I open doors for people closing theirs at home, then stand right there, made of flesh, not stone.
Verse 4
One night, thirty-one-oh-nine, voice low, slid a blue bill under my phone. “Camera was fuzzy, right? You ain’t seen that.” I saw a split lip, ring left in a cab. I pushed it back, wrote the time in ink, called the desk lead while the ice machine clinked. Policy say observe, report, stand clear, but the secret still put fingerprints here.
Bridge
This ain’t gossip, this a tour of the cost: front-desk saints get coated in gloss. The hood taught me broke can wear silk; hurt change floors but it still need help.
Verse 5
Now I hold the door like a church fan slow, same night rain on the porte-cochère glow. I say, “Have a good one,” eyes on the mat, where saltwater footprints tell who came back. Jits from Dade dream up toward these floors, 954 moms clean condos next door. Me, I stand between both maps alone: key fob, wet brass, and a mouth full of home.
Pre-chorus
Fob, door breathe, cameras don’t sleep, condo rules say keep it discreet. Everybody rich till the lobby get quiet, and the glass see more than the skyline.
Chorus
Door don’t lie, door don’t lie, I hold it open while they run inside. Good night, good night, I say it soft, like I ain’t know what the elevator saw. Door don’t lie, door don’t lie, pretty view, real tears, low tide. I open doors for people closing theirs at home, then stand right there, made of flesh, not stone.
Outro
Have a good night. Good night.
Inside the recording
Six-oh-four. Rain on the glass.
Fob, door breathe, cameras don’t sleep, condo rules say keep it discreet.
Have a good night. Good night.
Excerpts from artist-supplied lyric files matched by title. Lyric sheets may differ from the released performance.