The Weeknd
The Weeknd - Kiss Land songtekst
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When I got on stage, she swore I was six feet tall But when she put it in her mouth she can't seem to reach mine Ballin' ain't an issue for me, I'll make a hundred stacks right back next week Do it all again, I'm feeding off the wrong thing, the wrong thing And I'll admit baby, I'm a little camera shy But exceptions can be made baby, cause you're too damn fly For what it's worth, I hope you enjoy the show Cause if you're back here only takin' pictures You gon' have to take your ass home Cause the only thing you're takin' is your clothes off Go 'head girl, strip it down, close your mouth I just wanna hear your body talk Get on top of that thang girl Get on top of that thang girl Oh girl Don't hold back Get on top of that thang girl Get on top of that thang girl Oh girl Don't hold back Let it out Get on top of that thang girl Get on top of that thang girl Don't hold back Let it out Get on top of that thang girl Get on top of that thang girl Don't hold back You can meet me in the room where the kisses ain't free You gotta pay with your body Not really into kisses leading into nothing I'm into shows every night, if you play your cards right I might fuck around, bring your whole crew on tour Fuck around, turn you 'to my west coast girl Until they book a show in NYC Gotta fly back east where the city don't sleep Woah, tryna finish all this potion Baby take your time, tryna sip it 'til the mornin' And if you're still hot, I'm tryna fuck you in the mornin' Said I'm two days strong, and never sleep until it's mornin' I got a brand new place, I think I've seen it twice all year I can't remember how it looks inside, so you can picture how my life's been I went from starin' at the same four walls for 21 years To seein' the whole world in just twelve months Been gone for so long I might have just found God Well probably not, if I keep my habits up Probably not if I can't keep up with lovin' I can't stand talkin' to brand new girls Only bitches down to fuck when you shower them with ones Probably not if my niggas round them up Probably not if we take 'em to my spot Probably not if I tweak all day just to sleep at night God damn I'm high My doctor told me to stop And he gave me something to pop I mix it up with some Adderall's and I wait to get to the top And I mix it up with some alcohol and I pour it up in a shot I don't care about you, why you worried 'bout me? All I want is that smoke, give me all of that smoke Last week was my rough week, I'm still drippin' down from my nose And I don't know how to drive, I make my driver get high But If he goes under that 110, believe my driver gettin' fired And I don't got any friends, I got XO in my bloodwork And I'm posted up down in Florida, Ft. Lauderdale to that MIA Cold drinks, Grand Marnier To the break of dawn, Kahlua milk White Russian when the sun hits, White Russian with tongue tricks I like the feeling of your tongue rings She likes the way my whole tongue flip She grind hard for tuition She grind hard to her teacher I make it harder, with gold grills I make her suck, with gold grills In the back room, In the VIP She don’t ever leave… This ain't nothing to relate to Even if you tried, you tried, you tried You tried, you tried, you tried You tried, you tried, you tried You tried, you tried, you tried