Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Looking At The Front Door, artist - Main Source.
Date of issue: 11.04.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Looking At The Front Door |
We fight every night now that’s not kosher |
I reminisce with bliss of when we was closer |
And wake up to be greeted by an argument again |
You act like you’re ten |
So immature I try to concentrate on a cure |
And keep lookin' at the front door |
Thinkin' if I were to evacuate |
You’d probably be straighter than straight |
And wouldn’t have so much hate |
'Cause you don’t know the pain I feel when I see you smilin' |
And when I roll up you start wilin' |
So I front like everything’s hunky-dory |
But it’s a whole different story |
You don’t like the fact that I’m me I don’t put on a show |
When it comes time for you to have company |
And your friends don’t understand your choice of man |
They speak proper while my speech is from a gargabe can |
But regardless, you shouldn’t have to be so raw |
I’m lookin' at the front door |
I’m lookin' at the front door |
Baby, I’m lookin' at the front door |
I’m lookin' at the front door |
And when you’re with your friends, I glide to the side |
Until the spotlight is mine and never sabotage a good time |
But when they’re not around, the fights commence |
I’m the one you’re against and it doesn’t make sense |
'Cause I’m the one that you claim to love for life |
But all I get is gray hairs and strife |
And I can play some ole stuck-up rapper role |
And get foul every time you lose control |
But that’s not my order of operations |
So I should win an award for lots of patience |
'Cause that’s all a fella can have |
With a girl who’s shootin' up his world like Shaft |
And I don’t think that I can take it anymore |
I’m lookin' at the front door |
My friends always tell me how I’m lucky to possess |
The best looking girl in the whole U.S. |
But every time you scream, you blow your finesse |
Tryin' to dis the Profess- |
Or twenty-four hours of acting sore |
Sometimes I wish you’d come down with lockjaw |
So I don’t have to take in the breakin' |
You treat me like a burnt piece of bacon |
It seems like just two years |
Back when we were bonded and not pierced |
But now I keep itchin' to jet |
Sitting' in the chair just to stare, set to sprint |
Yo, sweetheart, you better take a hint |
I say it now like I said it before |
I’m lookin' at the front door |