THE WEEKND LYRICS mixtape: "House Of Balloons" (2011)
THE WEEKND LYRICS
mixtape: "House Of Balloons" (2011)
THE WEEKND High For This LYRICS
You don't know what's in store
But you know what you're here for
Close your eyes
Lay yourself beside me
Hold tight for this ride
We don't need no protection
Come alone
We don't need attention
Open your hand
Take a glass
Don't be scared
I'm right here
Even though you don't roll
Trust me girl
You wanna be high for this
Take it off
You want it off
'Cause I know what you're feeling
It's okay girl I feel it too
Let it beat baby breathe
I swear I'm right here
We'll be good; I promise
We'll be so good
Open your hand
Take a glass
Don't be scared
I'm right here
Even though you don't roll
Trust me girl
You wanna be high for this
You wanna be high for this
You wanna be high for this
You wanna be high for this
You wanna be high for this
Writer(s): Abel Tesfaye, Henry Walter, Adrien Gough
Copyright: Prescription Songs, Ag Dream Machine Inc., Cirkut Breaker LLC, Songs Of Smp
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THE WEEKND What You Need LYRICS
I just want to take you there
He don't got to know where
Does he touch you here like this?
Let me take the friction from your lips
And I'mma love you girl, the way you need
Ain't no one gon' stop us, ain't no one gon' stop us
And I'mma give you girl, what you feel
I'm the drug in your veins, just fight through the pain
He's what you want, he's what you want
He's what you want, he's what you want
I'm what you need, what you need, what you need
I'm what you need, what you need, what you need
He's what you want, he's what you want
He's what you want, he's what you want
I'm what you need, what you need, what you need
I'm what you need, what you need, what you need
I got everything you want from me
I do everything he does times three
And he don't gotta know
I got you on the floor, doing things you never thought you'd do
Baby leave them high heel shoes
'Cause I love it when you're looking down at me, I'm looking up at you
And I don't give a damn shorty watch me knock your boots off
And I'mma love you girl, the way you need
Ain't no one gon' stop us, ain't no one gon' stop us
And I'mma give you girl, what you feel
I'm the drug in your veins, just fight through the pain
He's what you want, he's what you want
He's what you want, he's what you want
I'm what you need, what you need, what you need
I'm what you need, what you need, what you need
He's what you want, he's what you want
He's what you want, he's what you want
I'm what you need, what you need, what you need
I'm what you need, what you need, what you need
Writer(s): Abel Tesfaye, Jeremy Rose
Copyright: Wolf Tone Limited, Songs Of Smp
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THE WEEKND House Of Balloons / Glass Table Girls LYRICS
Been on another level
Since you came
No more pain
Look into my eyes
You can't recognize my face
You're my beloved
You can stay
You can stay
But you belong to me
You belong to me
If it hurts to breathe
Open the window
Oh, your mind wants to leave
But you can't go
This is a happy house
We're happy here
In a happy house
Oh this is fun
Music got you lost
Nights ends so much quicker than the days did
Same clothes, you aren't ready for your day shift
This place will burn you up
Baby it's okay and my niggas next door
They be working in the trap
So get louder if you want
Just don't blame it on me
That you didn't call your home
So don't blame it on me girl
Cause you wanted to have fun
If it hurts to breathe
Open the window
Hold my mind
What's the read
What you came for?
This is a happy house
We're happy here
In a happy house
Oh this is fun
Fun for me
Bring the seven o seven now
Two puffs for the lady who be down for that
Whatever, together
Bring your own stash of the greatest, trade it
Roll a dub, burn a dub, cough a dub, taste it
Now watch us chase it
With a handful of pills
No chasers
Jaw clenching on some super-sized papers
And she bad in her head bad
Escaping, her van is wonderland
And it's half-past six
Weed's nice cause time don't exist
But when the stars shine back to the crib
Superstar lines back at the crib
And we can test out the tables
Got some brand new tables
All glass and it's four feet wide
But it's a must to get us ten feet high
She give me sex in a handbag
I got her wetter than a wet nap
And no closed doors
So I listen to her moans echo
"I heard he do drugs now"
You heard wrong I been on them for a minute
We just never act a fool
That's just how we fuckin' living
And when we act a fool
It's probably cause we mixed it
Yeah I'm always on that okey dokey
Them white boys know the deal
Ain't no fucking phony
Big O know the deal
He the one who showed me
Watch me ride this fucking beat
Like he fucking told me
Is that your girl, what's her fucking story?
"She kinda bad but she ride it like a fucking pony"
I cut down on her man
Be her fucking story
Yeah I'm talking 'bout you man
Get to know me
Ain't no offense though
I promise you
If you a real man, dude, you gon' decide the truth
But I'm a nice dude with some nice dreams
And we could turn this to a nightmare: Elm Street
La la la la la la la la
I'm so gone so gone
Bring out the glass tables
With the seven o seven now
Writer(s): Carlo Montagnese, Martin Mckinney, Susan Janet Ballion, Steven Severin, Abel Tesfaye
Copyright: Sony/ATV Ballad, Songs Of Hear The Art, Mykai Music, Domino Publishing Co. Ltd.
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THE WEEKND The Morning LYRICS
From the morning to the evening
Complaints from the tenants
Got the walls kickin' like they 6 months pregnant
Drinkin' Alizé with our cereal for breakfast
Girls calling cabs at dawn, quarter to seven
The sky's getting cold, we flyin' from the North
We're rockin' with our city like a sold-out show
House full of pros that specialize in the hoe'ing
Make that money rain as they taking off they clothes
Order plane tickets, Cali is the mission
Visit every month like I'm split-life livin'
Let the world listen, if a hater's caught slippin'
Then my niggas stay tight, got my back like Pippen
Fast life grippin', yeah we still tippin'
Codeine cups paint a picture so vivid
Fakes try to mimic, get girls timid
But behind closed doors they get oh so rigid
All that money the money is the motive
All that money the money is the motive
All that money the money she be foldin'
Girl put in work
Girl, girl put in work
Girl put in work
Girl, girl put in work
Girl put in work
Push it through the limit
Push it through the pain
I push it for the pleasure like a virgin to the game
A virgin to that money
A virgin to the fame
So this my only chance so when I'm over only pray
That I flow from the bottom closer to the top
The higher that I climb the harder I'ma drop
These pussy ass niggas tryna hold on to they credits
So I tell 'em use a debit watch they image start to lessen
I warned them like discretion
Why these niggas testin'
Always fuckin' testin'
Why these niggas testin'
Shit that I got them on straight bar hoppin'
To the music of the ambiance gets shit poppin'
Zombies of the night
Niggas ain't talkin'
If they hypin' to the crew get it in like pockets
Downtown lovin' when the moon comin'
Only place to find base heads and high women
All that money the money is the motive
All that money the money is the motive
All that money the money she be foldin'
Girl put in work
Girl, girl put in work
Girl put in work
Girl, girl put in work
Girl put in work
Better slow down she'll feel it in the morning
Ain't the kinda girl you'll be seeing in the morning
Too damn raw ain't no nigga worth her holding
Ain't no nigga that she holding man her love is too damn foreign
Look at all that money the money is the motive
All that money the money is the motive
All that money the money she be foldin'
Girl put in work
Girl, girl put in work
Girl put in work
Girl, girl put in work
All that money the money is the motive
All that money the money is the motive
All that money the money she be foldin'
Girl put in work
Girl, girl put in work
Girl put in work
Girl, girl put in work
Girl put in work
Writer(s): Martin Mckinney, Carlo Montagnese, Abel Tesfaye
Copyright: Songs Of Smp, Mykai Music, Sony/ATV Ballad
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THE WEEKND Wicked Games LYRICS
I left my girl back home
I don't love her no more
And she'll never fucking know that
These fucking eyes that I'm staring at
Let me see that ass
Look at all this cash
And I emptied out my cards too
Now I'm fucking leaning on that
Bring your love baby I could bring my shame
Bring the drugs baby I could bring my pain
I got my heart right here
I got my scars right here
Bring the cups baby I could bring the drink
Bring your body baby I could bring you fame
And that's my motherfucking words too
Just let me motherfucking love you
Listen ma I'll give you all I got
Get me off of this
I need confidence in myself
Listen ma I'll give you all of me
Give me all of it
I need all of it to myself
So tell me you love me
Only for tonight
Only for the night
Even though you don't love me
Just tell me you love me
I'll give you what I need
I'll give you all of me
Even though you don't love me
Let me see you dance
I love to watch you dance
Take you down another level
Get you dancing with the devil
Take a shot of this
But I'm warning you
I'm on that shit that you can't smell baby
So put down your perfume
Bring your love baby I could bring my shame
Bring the drugs baby I could bring my pain
I got my heart right here
I got my scars right here
Bring the cups baby I could bring the drink
Bring your body baby I could bring you fame
And that's my motherfucking words too
So let me motherfucking love you
Listen ma I'll give you all I got
Get me off of this
I need confidence in myself
Listen ma I'll give you all of me
Give me all of it
I need all of it to myself
So tell me you love me
Only for tonight
Only for one night
Even though you don't love me
Just tell me you love me
I'll give you what I need
I'll give you all of me
Even though you don't love me
Writer(s): Carlo Montagnese, Martin Mckinney, Abel Tesfaye
Copyright: Songs Of Smp, Sony/ATV Ballad, Songs Of Hear The Art, Mykai Music
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THE WEEKND The Party & The After Party LYRICS
I understand your body wants it
I know your thoughts
Oh you 'bout it, 'bout it
You're a big girl and it's your world
And I'ma let you do it how you wanna
Girl alright baby, right baby
I know you know I know you wanna... with it
Don't be shy pretty, I'll supply pretty
I got you girl, oh I got it girl
With your Louis V bag
Tatts on your arms
High-heel shoes make you six feet tall
Everybody wants you, you can have them all
But I got what you need
Girl I got your bag, I got it all
Hold your drink baby don't you fall
Be there in a minute baby just one call
You don't gotta ask me
You always come to the party
To pluck the feathers off all the birds
You always come to the party
On your knees
I will not beg you please
Girl, pick up them shoes
I'll race your ass up on them stairs
Just grab a room I swear no one will interfere
Girl bring your friends if you want, we can share
Or we could keep it simple, baby
We can just ride baby, ride baby
I know you know I know you wanna... with it
Don't be shy baby, I'll supply baby
I got you girl, oh I got it girl
With your Louis V bag
Tatts on your arms
High-heel shoes make you six feet tall
Everybody wants you, you can have them all
But I got what you need
Girl I got your bag, I got it all
Hold your drink baby don't you fall
Be there in a minute baby just one call
You don't gotta ask me
You always come to the party
To pluck the feathers of all the birds
You always come to the party
On your knees
I will not beg you please
I will not...
Ride with it, ride with it
I know, you know, I know you wanna line with it
Don't be shy pretty, I'll supply pretty
I got you girl, oh I got it girl
Won't you lie with it, lie with it
I know you know I know you wanna...
I got you girl, oh I got you girl
Oh I got it girl, oh I got it girl
I think I'm fucking gone
Rolling on this floor
Messing up your carpet
I'll get on it after four
My sessions are the strong on your floor
Shouldn't have fucking rolled
But I fucking rolled
Feeling like a million bucks before
I walk through the store
When I walk through your door
Can't believe I made it but I made it that's for sure
For sure, loving I need more, I need yours
She ain't looking for that unconditional
What the fuck these bitches on
They want what I'm sittin' on
They don't want my love
They just want my potential
Fuck it though, sippin' on this
Baby livin' off bliss got me drowning in your love
Got me drowning in the mist
Gimme my attention or I'll start drowning from my wrist
Baby if you knew the feeling I would give to you
Oh you
You, oh you
'Cause I got it girl, oh I got it girl
With me, with me
Oh you, oh you
Oh you, oh you
Oh I got it girl, oh I got it girl
With me, with me
I got a brand new girl call it Rudolph
She'll probably OD before I show her to mama
All these girls tryna tell me she got no love
And all these girls never ever got her blow job
Ringtone on silent
And if she stops then I might get violent
No calls worth stopping
So mama please stop calling
We could play all night
It just takes one night
To let me fucking prove this feeling I'ma give to you
Oh you, you
Oh you, Oh I got it girl, oh I got it girl
With me, with me
Oh you, oh you
Oh you, oh you
Oh I got it girl, oh I got it girl
With me, with me
Oh I got it girl
Writer(s): Alex Kristian Scally, Victoria Garance Alixe Legrand, Jeremy Rose
Copyright: Wolf Tone Limited, Chrysalis Music Ltd.
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THE WEEKND Coming Down LYRICS
I got somethin' to tell you
But don't know how I'ma say it
I guess that I can only say one thing:
Girl, I been bad again
Girl, I been bad again
Cause with this money comes problems
And with these problems come solutions
And I use 'em but I'm fading
I forget
I forget what you mean to me
Hope you know what you mean to me
Pick
Up
Your phone
The party's finished and I want you to know
I'm
All alone
I'm feeling everything before I got up
I always want you when I'm coming down
I always want you when I'm coming down
I always want you when I'm coming down
I always want you when I'm coming down
[x2]
Poppin' again
I tried to quit again
I'm always tight wit' somethin I begin
That's why my niggas got me to the end
So play what I take, I take what I spend baby
I ain't lyin' to nobody but me
And you
And me
But you especially
Pick
Up
Your phone
The party's finished and I want you to know
I'm
All alone
I'm feeling everything before I got up
I always want you when I'm coming down
I always want you when I'm coming down
I always want you when I'm coming down
I always want you when I'm coming down
[x2]
Pick up your phone
I'm all alone
I always want you when I'm coming down
I always want you when I'm coming down
I always want you when I'm coming down
I always want you when I'm coming down
[x2]
Writer(s): Martin Mckinney, Carlo Montagnese, Abel Tesfaye
Copyright: Songs Of Smp, Mykai Music, Sony/ATV Ballad
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THE WEEKND Loft Music LYRICS
They say my brain melting
And the only thing I tell em
Is I'm living for the present
And the future don't exist
So baby take your clothes off
A chance like this
You may never get to show off
Show off, show off
What you talking about
I see you like to tease, baby
And in reality you don't know how to please, baby
Blue ball queen
Take your fucking seat, baby
Or ride it out now
I know you wanna scream "baby"
(I'm) better than your next man
And if you're swingin'
Like you're dumber than the next man
Cause I don't play
Unless it's keys
Then I play all day
You like em keys?
We gonna play all day
White dream
Fry your brain all day
I think you lost morals, girl
(What?)
But it's okay
Cause you don't need em where we're going
In that two floor loft in the middle of city
After rolling through the city with me
I promise you gonna see
That I'm only fucking 20, girl
Amnesia put your mind in a dream world
What you doing in the bathroom?
I hear noises in the bathroom
Baby, it's okay
We can do it in the living room
Just some terms in em
The only girls that we fuck with
Seem to have twenty different pills in em
And tell us that they love us
Even though they want a next man
And the next man's bitch want a third man
Eddie Murphy shit
Yeah, we Trade Places
Rehearse lines at them
And then we fuck faces
Yeah, we know just how to get a buzz
Mix it with the hash
Come fuck with us
I'm raw, motherfucker, I'm raw
Love so lost
Then my niggas
Man, these bitches can't touch what we got
If they want it
I'll plug any nigga that I step
And I got em, yeah I got em
Till the ending of our credits
Life's such a movie
Filmed independent
Us against the city
Please don't get offended
When we don't answer your calls
And if you got a problem
Come and find us, we can talk
About it
What's good, young ho?
You about it?
Got a loft right now
You excited
You excited
(What you thinking about?)
(What you thinking?)
(What you thinking about?)
Writer(s): Alex Kristian Scally, Abel Tesfaye, Victoria Garance Alixe Legrand, Jeremy Rose
Copyright: Wolf Tone Limited, Songs Of Smp, Chrysalis Music Ltd.
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THE WEEKND The Knowing LYRICS
I know what you did
I know
So I'ma let you taste her
I ain't washing my sins
I ain't washing my sins
Now we're lying about the nights
Hiding all it behind the smiles
Take a look at what you did
You probably thought that you'd break my heart
You probably thought that you'd make me cry
Well baby it's okay
I swear it's okay
'Cause I know everything
I know everything
I know everything
I know everything
Now these tongues don't twist like they did before
Trying to keep me up
And you are dry
Well baby it don't hurt
Oh, like you thought it would
The more of you the merrier
Now we're lying about the nights
Hiding it all behind the smiles
Take a look at what you did
You probably thought that you'd break my heart
You probably thought that you'd make me cry
But baby it's okay
It's okay, yeah
I know everything, yeah, yeah, yeah
I know everything, yeah
I know everything
I know everything
Writer(s): Martin Mckinney, Carlo Montagnese, Simon Philip Raymonde, Abel Tesfaye, Elizabeth Fraser, Robin A. Guthrie
Copyright: Universal/Momentum Music 3 Ltd., Songs Of Smp, Mykai Music, Sony/ATV Ballad
mixtape: "House Of Balloons" (2011)
THE WEEKND High For This LYRICS
You don't know what's in store
But you know what you're here for
Close your eyes
Lay yourself beside me
Hold tight for this ride
We don't need no protection
Come alone
We don't need attention
Open your hand
Take a glass
Don't be scared
I'm right here
Even though you don't roll
Trust me girl
You wanna be high for this
Take it off
You want it off
'Cause I know what you're feeling
It's okay girl I feel it too
Let it beat baby breathe
I swear I'm right here
We'll be good; I promise
We'll be so good
Open your hand
Take a glass
Don't be scared
I'm right here
Even though you don't roll
Trust me girl
You wanna be high for this
You wanna be high for this
You wanna be high for this
You wanna be high for this
You wanna be high for this
Writer(s): Abel Tesfaye, Henry Walter, Adrien Gough
Copyright: Prescription Songs, Ag Dream Machine Inc., Cirkut Breaker LLC, Songs Of Smp
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THE WEEKND What You Need LYRICS
I just want to take you there
He don't got to know where
Does he touch you here like this?
Let me take the friction from your lips
And I'mma love you girl, the way you need
Ain't no one gon' stop us, ain't no one gon' stop us
And I'mma give you girl, what you feel
I'm the drug in your veins, just fight through the pain
He's what you want, he's what you want
He's what you want, he's what you want
I'm what you need, what you need, what you need
I'm what you need, what you need, what you need
He's what you want, he's what you want
He's what you want, he's what you want
I'm what you need, what you need, what you need
I'm what you need, what you need, what you need
I got everything you want from me
I do everything he does times three
And he don't gotta know
I got you on the floor, doing things you never thought you'd do
Baby leave them high heel shoes
'Cause I love it when you're looking down at me, I'm looking up at you
And I don't give a damn shorty watch me knock your boots off
And I'mma love you girl, the way you need
Ain't no one gon' stop us, ain't no one gon' stop us
And I'mma give you girl, what you feel
I'm the drug in your veins, just fight through the pain
He's what you want, he's what you want
He's what you want, he's what you want
I'm what you need, what you need, what you need
I'm what you need, what you need, what you need
He's what you want, he's what you want
He's what you want, he's what you want
I'm what you need, what you need, what you need
I'm what you need, what you need, what you need
Writer(s): Abel Tesfaye, Jeremy Rose
Copyright: Wolf Tone Limited, Songs Of Smp
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THE WEEKND House Of Balloons / Glass Table Girls LYRICS
Been on another level
Since you came
No more pain
Look into my eyes
You can't recognize my face
You're my beloved
You can stay
You can stay
But you belong to me
You belong to me
If it hurts to breathe
Open the window
Oh, your mind wants to leave
But you can't go
This is a happy house
We're happy here
In a happy house
Oh this is fun
Music got you lost
Nights ends so much quicker than the days did
Same clothes, you aren't ready for your day shift
This place will burn you up
Baby it's okay and my niggas next door
They be working in the trap
So get louder if you want
Just don't blame it on me
That you didn't call your home
So don't blame it on me girl
Cause you wanted to have fun
If it hurts to breathe
Open the window
Hold my mind
What's the read
What you came for?
This is a happy house
We're happy here
In a happy house
Oh this is fun
Fun for me
Bring the seven o seven now
Two puffs for the lady who be down for that
Whatever, together
Bring your own stash of the greatest, trade it
Roll a dub, burn a dub, cough a dub, taste it
Now watch us chase it
With a handful of pills
No chasers
Jaw clenching on some super-sized papers
And she bad in her head bad
Escaping, her van is wonderland
And it's half-past six
Weed's nice cause time don't exist
But when the stars shine back to the crib
Superstar lines back at the crib
And we can test out the tables
Got some brand new tables
All glass and it's four feet wide
But it's a must to get us ten feet high
She give me sex in a handbag
I got her wetter than a wet nap
And no closed doors
So I listen to her moans echo
"I heard he do drugs now"
You heard wrong I been on them for a minute
We just never act a fool
That's just how we fuckin' living
And when we act a fool
It's probably cause we mixed it
Yeah I'm always on that okey dokey
Them white boys know the deal
Ain't no fucking phony
Big O know the deal
He the one who showed me
Watch me ride this fucking beat
Like he fucking told me
Is that your girl, what's her fucking story?
"She kinda bad but she ride it like a fucking pony"
I cut down on her man
Be her fucking story
Yeah I'm talking 'bout you man
Get to know me
Ain't no offense though
I promise you
If you a real man, dude, you gon' decide the truth
But I'm a nice dude with some nice dreams
And we could turn this to a nightmare: Elm Street
La la la la la la la la
I'm so gone so gone
Bring out the glass tables
With the seven o seven now
Writer(s): Carlo Montagnese, Martin Mckinney, Susan Janet Ballion, Steven Severin, Abel Tesfaye
Copyright: Sony/ATV Ballad, Songs Of Hear The Art, Mykai Music, Domino Publishing Co. Ltd.
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THE WEEKND The Morning LYRICS
From the morning to the evening
Complaints from the tenants
Got the walls kickin' like they 6 months pregnant
Drinkin' Alizé with our cereal for breakfast
Girls calling cabs at dawn, quarter to seven
The sky's getting cold, we flyin' from the North
We're rockin' with our city like a sold-out show
House full of pros that specialize in the hoe'ing
Make that money rain as they taking off they clothes
Order plane tickets, Cali is the mission
Visit every month like I'm split-life livin'
Let the world listen, if a hater's caught slippin'
Then my niggas stay tight, got my back like Pippen
Fast life grippin', yeah we still tippin'
Codeine cups paint a picture so vivid
Fakes try to mimic, get girls timid
But behind closed doors they get oh so rigid
All that money the money is the motive
All that money the money is the motive
All that money the money she be foldin'
Girl put in work
Girl, girl put in work
Girl put in work
Girl, girl put in work
Girl put in work
Push it through the limit
Push it through the pain
I push it for the pleasure like a virgin to the game
A virgin to that money
A virgin to the fame
So this my only chance so when I'm over only pray
That I flow from the bottom closer to the top
The higher that I climb the harder I'ma drop
These pussy ass niggas tryna hold on to they credits
So I tell 'em use a debit watch they image start to lessen
I warned them like discretion
Why these niggas testin'
Always fuckin' testin'
Why these niggas testin'
Shit that I got them on straight bar hoppin'
To the music of the ambiance gets shit poppin'
Zombies of the night
Niggas ain't talkin'
If they hypin' to the crew get it in like pockets
Downtown lovin' when the moon comin'
Only place to find base heads and high women
All that money the money is the motive
All that money the money is the motive
All that money the money she be foldin'
Girl put in work
Girl, girl put in work
Girl put in work
Girl, girl put in work
Girl put in work
Better slow down she'll feel it in the morning
Ain't the kinda girl you'll be seeing in the morning
Too damn raw ain't no nigga worth her holding
Ain't no nigga that she holding man her love is too damn foreign
Look at all that money the money is the motive
All that money the money is the motive
All that money the money she be foldin'
Girl put in work
Girl, girl put in work
Girl put in work
Girl, girl put in work
All that money the money is the motive
All that money the money is the motive
All that money the money she be foldin'
Girl put in work
Girl, girl put in work
Girl put in work
Girl, girl put in work
Girl put in work
Writer(s): Martin Mckinney, Carlo Montagnese, Abel Tesfaye
Copyright: Songs Of Smp, Mykai Music, Sony/ATV Ballad
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THE WEEKND Wicked Games LYRICS
I left my girl back home
I don't love her no more
And she'll never fucking know that
These fucking eyes that I'm staring at
Let me see that ass
Look at all this cash
And I emptied out my cards too
Now I'm fucking leaning on that
Bring your love baby I could bring my shame
Bring the drugs baby I could bring my pain
I got my heart right here
I got my scars right here
Bring the cups baby I could bring the drink
Bring your body baby I could bring you fame
And that's my motherfucking words too
Just let me motherfucking love you
Listen ma I'll give you all I got
Get me off of this
I need confidence in myself
Listen ma I'll give you all of me
Give me all of it
I need all of it to myself
So tell me you love me
Only for tonight
Only for the night
Even though you don't love me
Just tell me you love me
I'll give you what I need
I'll give you all of me
Even though you don't love me
Let me see you dance
I love to watch you dance
Take you down another level
Get you dancing with the devil
Take a shot of this
But I'm warning you
I'm on that shit that you can't smell baby
So put down your perfume
Bring your love baby I could bring my shame
Bring the drugs baby I could bring my pain
I got my heart right here
I got my scars right here
Bring the cups baby I could bring the drink
Bring your body baby I could bring you fame
And that's my motherfucking words too
So let me motherfucking love you
Listen ma I'll give you all I got
Get me off of this
I need confidence in myself
Listen ma I'll give you all of me
Give me all of it
I need all of it to myself
So tell me you love me
Only for tonight
Only for one night
Even though you don't love me
Just tell me you love me
I'll give you what I need
I'll give you all of me
Even though you don't love me
Writer(s): Carlo Montagnese, Martin Mckinney, Abel Tesfaye
Copyright: Songs Of Smp, Sony/ATV Ballad, Songs Of Hear The Art, Mykai Music
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THE WEEKND The Party & The After Party LYRICS
I understand your body wants it
I know your thoughts
Oh you 'bout it, 'bout it
You're a big girl and it's your world
And I'ma let you do it how you wanna
Girl alright baby, right baby
I know you know I know you wanna... with it
Don't be shy pretty, I'll supply pretty
I got you girl, oh I got it girl
With your Louis V bag
Tatts on your arms
High-heel shoes make you six feet tall
Everybody wants you, you can have them all
But I got what you need
Girl I got your bag, I got it all
Hold your drink baby don't you fall
Be there in a minute baby just one call
You don't gotta ask me
You always come to the party
To pluck the feathers off all the birds
You always come to the party
On your knees
I will not beg you please
Girl, pick up them shoes
I'll race your ass up on them stairs
Just grab a room I swear no one will interfere
Girl bring your friends if you want, we can share
Or we could keep it simple, baby
We can just ride baby, ride baby
I know you know I know you wanna... with it
Don't be shy baby, I'll supply baby
I got you girl, oh I got it girl
With your Louis V bag
Tatts on your arms
High-heel shoes make you six feet tall
Everybody wants you, you can have them all
But I got what you need
Girl I got your bag, I got it all
Hold your drink baby don't you fall
Be there in a minute baby just one call
You don't gotta ask me
You always come to the party
To pluck the feathers of all the birds
You always come to the party
On your knees
I will not beg you please
I will not...
Ride with it, ride with it
I know, you know, I know you wanna line with it
Don't be shy pretty, I'll supply pretty
I got you girl, oh I got it girl
Won't you lie with it, lie with it
I know you know I know you wanna...
I got you girl, oh I got you girl
Oh I got it girl, oh I got it girl
I think I'm fucking gone
Rolling on this floor
Messing up your carpet
I'll get on it after four
My sessions are the strong on your floor
Shouldn't have fucking rolled
But I fucking rolled
Feeling like a million bucks before
I walk through the store
When I walk through your door
Can't believe I made it but I made it that's for sure
For sure, loving I need more, I need yours
She ain't looking for that unconditional
What the fuck these bitches on
They want what I'm sittin' on
They don't want my love
They just want my potential
Fuck it though, sippin' on this
Baby livin' off bliss got me drowning in your love
Got me drowning in the mist
Gimme my attention or I'll start drowning from my wrist
Baby if you knew the feeling I would give to you
Oh you
You, oh you
'Cause I got it girl, oh I got it girl
With me, with me
Oh you, oh you
Oh you, oh you
Oh I got it girl, oh I got it girl
With me, with me
I got a brand new girl call it Rudolph
She'll probably OD before I show her to mama
All these girls tryna tell me she got no love
And all these girls never ever got her blow job
Ringtone on silent
And if she stops then I might get violent
No calls worth stopping
So mama please stop calling
We could play all night
It just takes one night
To let me fucking prove this feeling I'ma give to you
Oh you, you
Oh you, Oh I got it girl, oh I got it girl
With me, with me
Oh you, oh you
Oh you, oh you
Oh I got it girl, oh I got it girl
With me, with me
Oh I got it girl
Writer(s): Alex Kristian Scally, Victoria Garance Alixe Legrand, Jeremy Rose
Copyright: Wolf Tone Limited, Chrysalis Music Ltd.
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THE WEEKND Coming Down LYRICS
I got somethin' to tell you
But don't know how I'ma say it
I guess that I can only say one thing:
Girl, I been bad again
Girl, I been bad again
Cause with this money comes problems
And with these problems come solutions
And I use 'em but I'm fading
I forget
I forget what you mean to me
Hope you know what you mean to me
Pick
Up
Your phone
The party's finished and I want you to know
I'm
All alone
I'm feeling everything before I got up
I always want you when I'm coming down
I always want you when I'm coming down
I always want you when I'm coming down
I always want you when I'm coming down
[x2]
Poppin' again
I tried to quit again
I'm always tight wit' somethin I begin
That's why my niggas got me to the end
So play what I take, I take what I spend baby
I ain't lyin' to nobody but me
And you
And me
But you especially
Pick
Up
Your phone
The party's finished and I want you to know
I'm
All alone
I'm feeling everything before I got up
I always want you when I'm coming down
I always want you when I'm coming down
I always want you when I'm coming down
I always want you when I'm coming down
[x2]
Pick up your phone
I'm all alone
I always want you when I'm coming down
I always want you when I'm coming down
I always want you when I'm coming down
I always want you when I'm coming down
[x2]
Writer(s): Martin Mckinney, Carlo Montagnese, Abel Tesfaye
Copyright: Songs Of Smp, Mykai Music, Sony/ATV Ballad
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THE WEEKND Loft Music LYRICS
They say my brain melting
And the only thing I tell em
Is I'm living for the present
And the future don't exist
So baby take your clothes off
A chance like this
You may never get to show off
Show off, show off
What you talking about
I see you like to tease, baby
And in reality you don't know how to please, baby
Blue ball queen
Take your fucking seat, baby
Or ride it out now
I know you wanna scream "baby"
(I'm) better than your next man
And if you're swingin'
Like you're dumber than the next man
Cause I don't play
Unless it's keys
Then I play all day
You like em keys?
We gonna play all day
White dream
Fry your brain all day
I think you lost morals, girl
(What?)
But it's okay
Cause you don't need em where we're going
In that two floor loft in the middle of city
After rolling through the city with me
I promise you gonna see
That I'm only fucking 20, girl
Amnesia put your mind in a dream world
What you doing in the bathroom?
I hear noises in the bathroom
Baby, it's okay
We can do it in the living room
Just some terms in em
The only girls that we fuck with
Seem to have twenty different pills in em
And tell us that they love us
Even though they want a next man
And the next man's bitch want a third man
Eddie Murphy shit
Yeah, we Trade Places
Rehearse lines at them
And then we fuck faces
Yeah, we know just how to get a buzz
Mix it with the hash
Come fuck with us
I'm raw, motherfucker, I'm raw
Love so lost
Then my niggas
Man, these bitches can't touch what we got
If they want it
I'll plug any nigga that I step
And I got em, yeah I got em
Till the ending of our credits
Life's such a movie
Filmed independent
Us against the city
Please don't get offended
When we don't answer your calls
And if you got a problem
Come and find us, we can talk
About it
What's good, young ho?
You about it?
Got a loft right now
You excited
You excited
(What you thinking about?)
(What you thinking?)
(What you thinking about?)
Writer(s): Alex Kristian Scally, Abel Tesfaye, Victoria Garance Alixe Legrand, Jeremy Rose
Copyright: Wolf Tone Limited, Songs Of Smp, Chrysalis Music Ltd.
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THE WEEKND The Knowing LYRICS
I know what you did
I know
So I'ma let you taste her
I ain't washing my sins
I ain't washing my sins
Now we're lying about the nights
Hiding all it behind the smiles
Take a look at what you did
You probably thought that you'd break my heart
You probably thought that you'd make me cry
Well baby it's okay
I swear it's okay
'Cause I know everything
I know everything
I know everything
I know everything
Now these tongues don't twist like they did before
Trying to keep me up
And you are dry
Well baby it don't hurt
Oh, like you thought it would
The more of you the merrier
Now we're lying about the nights
Hiding it all behind the smiles
Take a look at what you did
You probably thought that you'd break my heart
You probably thought that you'd make me cry
But baby it's okay
It's okay, yeah
I know everything, yeah, yeah, yeah
I know everything, yeah
I know everything
I know everything
Writer(s): Martin Mckinney, Carlo Montagnese, Simon Philip Raymonde, Abel Tesfaye, Elizabeth Fraser, Robin A. Guthrie
Copyright: Universal/Momentum Music 3 Ltd., Songs Of Smp, Mykai Music, Sony/ATV Ballad