The weeknd - The trilogy
Overige artiesten: Somo

Take your nose off my keyboard
What you bothering me for
There's a room full of singers
What you following me for
This ain't a fucking singalong
So girl what you singing for
It's 'cause we're blowing like a C4
Got my whole crew blowing like a C4

They see my brain melting
And the only thing I tell 'em
Is that 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 but tonight

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

You don't know
what's in store
Oh, but you know
what you're here for
Close your eyes
Lay yourself beside me oh

You just want me 'cause I'm next
You just want me 'cause I'm next, baby
You just want me 'cause I'm next

So don't you fall in love with a singer like me
like me yeah
So don't you fall in love with a singer like me
like me, like me
like me, oh no no, no

I got a test for you
You say you want my heart
baby you can have it all
There's just something that I need from you
Is to meet my boys
got a lot of boys
And we can make you right
And if you get too high then

Open your hand
Take a glass (take a glass)
Don't be scared (don't be scared)
I'm right here (I'm right here)
Even though (even though)
you don't roll (you don't roll)
Trust me girl (Trust me, trust me
You wanna be high for this

I, I'm so high, I, I'm so high, high
You, you wanna be, you, you wanna be
you wanna be

Getting faded too long
Got me on this rolling stone
So I take another hit
Kill another serotonin
With a hand full of beans
And a chest full of weed
Got me singing bout a bitch
While I'm blowing out my steam
Yea I know I got my issues
Why you think I fuckin' flow?
And I'mma keep on smoking 'til I can't hit another note

Oh but until then
I'm screaming
all that money the money is the motive
All that money the money she be folding
Girl put in work girl girl put in work
Girl put in work, yeah

I got show money baby
I wanna show you how I blow money baby
I wanna show you how I throw money
baby, I'm a kid, so it's hard for me to hold money
baby you know
And I know
What they know
We know, yeah

And I swear it's okay
'Cause I know everything yeah
I know everything

Bet you miss me now baby
bet you'd kiss me now baby
But now you're the same old song
You're the same old song
You're the same old song

Writers: Abel Tesfaye , Joseph Somers-Morales

Lyrics © Inc. , Warner/Chappell Music

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