[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
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When I got on stage, she swore I was six feet tall
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But when she put it in her mouth she can’t seem to reach my
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Ballin’ ain’t an issue for me, I’ll make a hundred stacks right back next week
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Do it all again, I’m faded off the wrong thing, the wrong thing
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And I’ll admit baby, I’m a little camera shy
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But exceptions can be made baby, cause you’re too damn fly
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For what it’s worth, I hope you enjoy the show
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Cause if you’re back here only takin’ pictures
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You gon’ have to take your ass home
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[Bridge: The Weeknd]
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Cause the only thing you’re takin’ is your clothes off
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Go head girl, strip it down, close your mouth
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I just wanna hear your body talk
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[Hook: The Weeknd]
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Feels like Hollywood
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Feels exactly like Hollywood
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Oh girl
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Don’t hold back, let it out
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Feels exactly like Hollywood
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Feels exactly like Hollywood
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Oh girl
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Don’t hold back let it out
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Feels exactly like Holywood
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Feels exactly like Hollywood
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Don’t hold back let it out
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Feels exactly like Hollywood
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Feels exactly like Hollywood
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Don’t hold back
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[Verse 2: The Weeknd]
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You can meet me in the room where the kisses ain’t free
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You gotta pay with your body
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Not really into kisses leading into nothing
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I’m into shows every night, if you play your cards right
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I might fuck around, bring your whole crew on tour
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Fuck around, turn you ‘to my West coast girl
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Until they book a show in NYC
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Gotta fly back East where the city don’t sleep
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Tryna finish all this potion
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Baby take your time, tryna sip it ’til the mornin’
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And if you’re still hot, I’m tryna fuck you in the mornin’
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Say I’m two days strong, and never sleep until it’s mornin’
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[Bridge]
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: The Weeknd]
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I got a brand new place, I think I’ve seen it twice all year
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I can’t remember how it looks inside, so you can picture how my life’s been
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I went from starin’ at the same four walls for twenty-one years
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To seein’ the whole world in just twelve months
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Been gone for so long I might have just found God
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Well probably not, if I keep my habits up
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Probably not if I can’t keep up with lovin’
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I can’t stand talkin’ to brand new girls
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Only bitches down to fuck when you shower them with ones
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Probably not if my niggas round them up
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Probably not if we take ‘em to my spot
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Probably not if I tweak all day just to sleep at night
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God damn I’m high
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My doctor told me to stop
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And he gave me something to pop
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I mix it up with some adderals and I wait to get to the top
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And I mix it up with some alcohol and I pour it up in a shot
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I don’t care about you, why you worried ’bout me?
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All I want is that smoke, give me all of that smoke
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Last week was my rough week, I’m still drippin down from my nose
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And I don’t know how to drive, I make my driver get high
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But If he goes onto that one turn believe my driver gettin’ fired
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And I don’t got any friends, I got XO in my bloodwork
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And I’m posted up down in Florida, Ft. Lauderdale
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Cold drinks, Grand Marnie til the break of dawn luck
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White Russian when the sun hits, white Russian with Tonic
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I like the feeling your tongue makes, she like the way my whole tongue flip
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She grind hard for tuition, she grind hard for her teacher
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Make her harder with gold grills, make her suck with both grills
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In the backroom of the VIP she blowin me
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[Outro x2: The Weeknd]
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This ain’t nothing to relate to (x4)
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Even if you tried, you tried, yAnnotateou tried
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You tried, you tried, you tried
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You tried, you tried, you tried
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You tried, you tried, you tried
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Kiss Land
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| The Weeknd |
