[Intro: Snap-rap male MC, loud finger-snap snare, minimal whistling keyboard hook] Okay, okay, this the deli on the corner Big mistake about to happen, I'ma warn ya [Verse 1: Snap-rap male MC, sparse hard kick, loud finger-snap snare, cocky snap-rap flow] Pulled the door to the deli, I was hungry, I was fine Looked back for a second, there's a woman way behind Forty feet, maybe fifty, with a tote bag and a phone Now I'm stuck in a contract that I never signed or owned If I let go now, I'm the rudest man alive If I hold it any longer, I'ma hold it till I'm five So I hold it, and she sees it, and she does the little jog That polite little shuffle like she runnin' through a fog Then she slows to a walk 'cause the jog was gettin' long And I'm standin' at the door like a statue in a song [Hook: Snap-rap male MC, full beat, chanted snap-rap hook] Snap, now I'm holdin' it, ain't no lettin' go She forty feet out in that polite slow-mo Half a jog, half a walk, little wave, little nod Okay, I'ma hold this door like a job from God [Verse 2: Snap-rap male MC, deep booming 808, minimal whistling keyboard hook, cocky snap-rap flow] Now the line behind me buildin', it's a mail man and a kid And a dude with a ladder who's still askin' what I did Two-step on the welcome mat to keep the feelin' in my feet Bus number nine just went by, bus number twelve on repeat My arm is goin' numb and I'm switchin' it to left She's checkin' her reflection in the window of the deck Every step she take is slower than the one before Grandma with a walker passin' her to get the door I could let it close, I could duck inside and run But a man who drops the door has got to answer to his mom [Hook: Snap-rap male MC, full beat, chanted snap-rap hook] Snap, now I'm holdin' it, ain't no lettin' go She forty feet out in that polite slow-mo Half a jog, half a walk, little wave, little nod Okay, I'ma hold this door like a job from God [Breakdown: Snap-rap male MC, squeaky hinge creaking on every snap, sparse kick] Finally she's here and she's smilin' at me wide Says thank you so much, and she don't go inside Keeps on walkin' to the bus stop, sits down on the bench And the ladder man behind me says thanks, Mister Mensch Then the mail man, then the kid, then the grandma, then the line All of 'em just strollin' through the door that's holdin' mine [Final Hook: Snap-rap male MC, full beat, chanted snap-rap hook] Snap, now I'm holdin' it, ain't no lettin' go She forty feet out in that polite slow-mo Half a jog, half a walk, little wave, little nod Okay, I'ma hold this door like a job from God [End]
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