You don't know what's in store
But you know what you're here for
Close your eyes, lay some 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 know
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 be, 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 know
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...
The Weeknd - House Of Balloons Album Lyrics
The Weeknd - House Of Balloons Lyrics
Writer: Abel Tesfaye, Adrien Gough, Henry Russell Walter
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
What You Need
I just wanna take you there
He don't gotta know it
Does he touch you there like this
Lemme taste the friction from your lips
And I'm a love you girl
The way you need
Ain't no one will stop us
Ain't no one will stop us
And I'm a give you girl what you fiend
I'm the drug in your veins
Just fight thru the pain
[Chorus:]
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
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've got everything you want with me
I'll do everything he does times three
And he don't gotta kno
I got you on the floor
Doing things you've neva thought you'd do
Baby leave the high heel shoes
Cause I love it when you break it down on me
Lookin up at you
And I don't give a damn shorty
Watch me knock your boots off
And I'm a love you girl the way you need
Ain't no one will stop us
Ain't no one will stop us
[Chorus]
He don't gotta know it
Does he touch you there like this
Lemme taste the friction from your lips
And I'm a love you girl
The way you need
Ain't no one will stop us
Ain't no one will stop us
And I'm a give you girl what you fiend
I'm the drug in your veins
Just fight thru the pain
[Chorus:]
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
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've got everything you want with me
I'll do everything he does times three
And he don't gotta kno
I got you on the floor
Doing things you've neva thought you'd do
Baby leave the high heel shoes
Cause I love it when you break it down on me
Lookin up at you
And I don't give a damn shorty
Watch me knock your boots off
And I'm a love you girl the way you need
Ain't no one will stop us
Ain't no one will stop us
[Chorus]
Writer: Abel Tesfaye, Jeremy Rose
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
House of Balloons
[House of Balloons]
Woah, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Uh
Uh huh
Yeah-eah
Been on a further level since you came, no more pain
You look into my eyes, you can't recognize my face
You're in my world now, you can stay, you can stay
But you belong to me, ooh, you belong to me
If it hurts to breathe, open a window (Woo-ooh)
Oh, your mind wants to leave (Yeah), but you can't go, oh
This is a happy house (A happy house)
We're happy here (We're happy here)
In a happy house
Oh, this is fun, fun, fun, fun
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Woah
Woah, Woah-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh
Music got you lo-o-ost
Nights pass so much quicker than the days did
Same clothes, you ain't ready for your day shift
This place will burn you u-u-up
Baby, it's okay, them my niggas next door
And they working in the trap, so get naughty if you want
So blame it on me that you didn't call you home
Oh, just don't blame it on me girl, 'cause you wanted to have fun
If it hurts (Woo, woo) to breathe, open a window (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, your mind wants to leave, but you can't go (Ooh)
This is a happy house
We're happy here in a happy house
Oh, this is fun, fun, fun, fun (This is fun)
Fun, fun, fun, fun (This is fun to me)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Woah (Woah)
Woah, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
[Glass Table Girls]
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 7
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
Then watch us chase it
With a handful of pills, no chasers
Jaw clenching on some super-sized papers
She bad and her head bad
Escaping, her van is a Wonderland
And it's half-past six
Read skies '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
We 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 get 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 it for a minute
We just never act a fool, that's just how we f*ckin' live it
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 f*ckin' phony
Big O know the deal, he the one who showed me
Watch me ride this f*cking beat like he f*ckin' told me
"Is that your girl, what's her f*cking story?"
"She kinda bad but she ride it like a f*cking pony"
I cut down on her man, be her f*ckin' 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 (Ooh, ooh)
Bring the 707 out
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
I'm so gone, so gone
Bring out the glass tables (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) (Ooh, ooh)
The 707 out
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
I'm so gone, so gone
Bring out the glass tables (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) (Ooh, ooh)
Put the 707 out
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
I'm so gone, so gone
Bring out the glass tables
Put the 707 out (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
707 out (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
707 out (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Oh (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Woah, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Uh
Uh huh
Yeah-eah
Been on a further level since you came, no more pain
You look into my eyes, you can't recognize my face
You're in my world now, you can stay, you can stay
But you belong to me, ooh, you belong to me
If it hurts to breathe, open a window (Woo-ooh)
Oh, your mind wants to leave (Yeah), but you can't go, oh
This is a happy house (A happy house)
We're happy here (We're happy here)
In a happy house
Oh, this is fun, fun, fun, fun
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Woah
Woah, Woah-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh
Music got you lo-o-ost
Nights pass so much quicker than the days did
Same clothes, you ain't ready for your day shift
This place will burn you u-u-up
Baby, it's okay, them my niggas next door
And they working in the trap, so get naughty if you want
So blame it on me that you didn't call you home
Oh, just don't blame it on me girl, 'cause you wanted to have fun
If it hurts (Woo, woo) to breathe, open a window (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, your mind wants to leave, but you can't go (Ooh)
This is a happy house
We're happy here in a happy house
Oh, this is fun, fun, fun, fun (This is fun)
Fun, fun, fun, fun (This is fun to me)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Woah (Woah)
Woah, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
[Glass Table Girls]
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 7
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
Then watch us chase it
With a handful of pills, no chasers
Jaw clenching on some super-sized papers
She bad and her head bad
Escaping, her van is a Wonderland
And it's half-past six
Read skies '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
We 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 get 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 it for a minute
We just never act a fool, that's just how we f*ckin' live it
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 f*ckin' phony
Big O know the deal, he the one who showed me
Watch me ride this f*cking beat like he f*ckin' told me
"Is that your girl, what's her f*cking story?"
"She kinda bad but she ride it like a f*cking pony"
I cut down on her man, be her f*ckin' 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 (Ooh, ooh)
Bring the 707 out
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
I'm so gone, so gone
Bring out the glass tables (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) (Ooh, ooh)
The 707 out
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
I'm so gone, so gone
Bring out the glass tables (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) (Ooh, ooh)
Put the 707 out
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
I'm so gone, so gone
Bring out the glass tables
Put the 707 out (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
707 out (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
707 out (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Oh (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Writer: Abel Tesfaye, Carlo Montagnese, Steven John Severin, Susan Janet Ballion, Martin McKinney
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Anthem Entertainment, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Anthem Entertainment, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
The Morning
Listen [x2]
[Verse 1:]
From the morning to the evening
Complaints from the tenants
Got the walls kickin like they six months pregnant
Drinking Alaze with our cereal for breakfast
Girls calling cabs at dawn quarter to 7: 00
Skies getting cold
You're flying from the north
Walking in to the city like a sold out show
House full of hoes that specialize into hoein
Make that money rain as they takin off they clothes
Order plane tickets
Cali is the mission
Visit every month like I'm split life living
Let the world listen if a haters caught slipping then my niggas stay tight
Got my back life pippin
Fast life crippin
Yeah we still tippin
Codeine cups paint a picture so vivid
Face try to mimic
Get girls timid
But behind closed doors they get pulled so rigid
[Chorus:]
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
[Verse 2:]
Push it to the limit
Push it through the pain
I push it for the pleasure like the virgin to the game
A virgin to that money
A virgin to the fame
So this my only chance and when I'm over only pray that I flow from the bottom
Closer to the top
The higher that I climb
The harder I'm a drop
These pussy ass niggas tryna hold on to their credit so I tell them use a debit watch they image start to lessen
I warned 'em like discretion
Why these niggas testing
Always f*cking twisted
Why these niggas testing
Shit that I got them on straight bar hopping to the music of the ambiance
Get shit popping
Zombies of the night
Niggas ain't talking if they hyping to the crew get it in like pockets
Downtown loving
When the moon coming
Only place to find babes, cabs, and hot women
[Chorus]
Better slow down
She'll feel it in the morning
Ain't the kind of 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 the love is suiting for it
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 1:]
From the morning to the evening
Complaints from the tenants
Got the walls kickin like they six months pregnant
Drinking Alaze with our cereal for breakfast
Girls calling cabs at dawn quarter to 7: 00
Skies getting cold
You're flying from the north
Walking in to the city like a sold out show
House full of hoes that specialize into hoein
Make that money rain as they takin off they clothes
Order plane tickets
Cali is the mission
Visit every month like I'm split life living
Let the world listen if a haters caught slipping then my niggas stay tight
Got my back life pippin
Fast life crippin
Yeah we still tippin
Codeine cups paint a picture so vivid
Face try to mimic
Get girls timid
But behind closed doors they get pulled so rigid
[Chorus:]
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
[Verse 2:]
Push it to the limit
Push it through the pain
I push it for the pleasure like the virgin to the game
A virgin to that money
A virgin to the fame
So this my only chance and when I'm over only pray that I flow from the bottom
Closer to the top
The higher that I climb
The harder I'm a drop
These pussy ass niggas tryna hold on to their credit so I tell them use a debit watch they image start to lessen
I warned 'em like discretion
Why these niggas testing
Always f*cking twisted
Why these niggas testing
Shit that I got them on straight bar hopping to the music of the ambiance
Get shit popping
Zombies of the night
Niggas ain't talking if they hyping to the crew get it in like pockets
Downtown loving
When the moon coming
Only place to find babes, cabs, and hot women
[Chorus]
Better slow down
She'll feel it in the morning
Ain't the kind of 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 the love is suiting for it
[Chorus x2]
Writer: Abel Tesfaye, Carlo Montagnese, Martin McKinney
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Wicked Games
I left my girl back home
I don't love her no more
And she'll never f*cking know that
These f*cking eyes that I'm staring at
Let me see that ass
Look at all this cash
And I emptied out my cards to her
Now I'm f*cking 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 drank
Bring your body baby I could bring you fame
And that's my motherf*cking words too
Just let me motherf*cking 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
Let me see you dance
I love to watch you dance
Take you down another level
And 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 drank
Bring your body baby I could bring you fame
And that's my motherf*cking word too
So let me motherf*cking 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
I don't love her no more
And she'll never f*cking know that
These f*cking eyes that I'm staring at
Let me see that ass
Look at all this cash
And I emptied out my cards to her
Now I'm f*cking 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 drank
Bring your body baby I could bring you fame
And that's my motherf*cking words too
Just let me motherf*cking 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
Let me see you dance
I love to watch you dance
Take you down another level
And 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 drank
Bring your body baby I could bring you fame
And that's my motherf*cking word too
So let me motherf*cking 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: Carlo Montagnese, Blanchaer Marcel Rainer Millar, Martin Daniel McKinney, Abel Tesfaye
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Rainer Millar Blanchaer, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Rainer Millar Blanchaer, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
The Party & the After Party
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, now ride wit' it, ride wit' it
I know you know, I know you wanna (ride) wit' it
Don't be shy wit' it, I'll supply wit' it
I got you, girl, oh, I got it, girl
With your Louis V bag, tats 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 parties (oh, oh)
To pluck the feathers off all the birds (oh)
You always come to the parties (ride, ride)
On your knees
I will not beg you, please
Girl, pick up them shoes, I'll race your ass up all them stairs
Just grab a room I swear no one will interfere
Girl, bring your friends if you want we can share
Or we can keep it simple baby we can just
Ride wit' it, ride wit' it
I know you know, I know you wanna, wit' it
Don't be shy wit' it, I'll supply wit' it
I gotchu, girl, oh, I got it, girl
With your Louis V bag, tats 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 parties (oh)
To pluck the feathers off all the birds
You always come to the parties
On your knees
I will not beg you, please
I will not (I will not)
Ride wit' it, ride wit' it
I know you know
I know you wanna line wit' it
Don't be shy wit' it
I'll supply wit' it
I got you girl
Oh, I got it girl
Won't you line wit' it? Line wit' it
I know you know
I know you wanna (wanna)
Ooh (ooh)
Ooh-whoa (whoa-ooh)
I got you girl
Oh, I got you girl
Oh, oh, oh, oh (ohh-ooh)
Oh, I got it girl (oh)
Oh, I got it girl (oh)
Oh, oh
I think I'm f*ckin' gone, rollin' on this floor
Messin' up your carpet
I'll get on it after four more
Sessions of the strong on your floor
Shoulda f*ckin' rolled, but I f*ckin' pulled
Feelin' like a billion bucks before
I walked through this door
When I walked through your door
Can't believe I made it
But I made it that's for sure
For sure
Your lovin'
I need more
I need yours
She ain't lookin' for that unconditional
What the f*ck these bitches on?
They want what I'm sittin' on
They don't want my love
They just want my potential
F*ck it
I'll be sippin' on this, baby livin' off bliss
Got me drownin' in your love
Got me drownin' in the mist
Gimme right attention
Or I'll start drownin' from my wrist
Baby, if you knew
The feelin' I would give to you
Oh you, you
Oh you
'Cause I got it girl
Oh I got it girl
With me, with me
Whoa you
Oh you
Whoa you
Oh you
Oh I got it girl
Oh I got it girl
With me, with me
I got a brand new girl
Call her Rudolph
She'll probably OD before I show her to momma
All these girls try to tell me she got no love
But all these girls never ever got her blow job
Ringtone on silent
And if she stops, then I might get violent
No call is worth stoppin'
So, momma please stop callin'
We can play all night
It just takes one night
To let me f*ckin' prove
This feelin' I'ma give to you
Oh you, you
Whoa you
Oh I got it girl
Yeah, I got it girl
With me, with me, with you
Oh you
Oh you
Oh you
Oh I got it girl
Yeah, I got it girl
With me, with me
Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh
Oh I got it girl
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, now ride wit' it, ride wit' it
I know you know, I know you wanna (ride) wit' it
Don't be shy wit' it, I'll supply wit' it
I got you, girl, oh, I got it, girl
With your Louis V bag, tats 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 parties (oh, oh)
To pluck the feathers off all the birds (oh)
You always come to the parties (ride, ride)
On your knees
I will not beg you, please
Girl, pick up them shoes, I'll race your ass up all them stairs
Just grab a room I swear no one will interfere
Girl, bring your friends if you want we can share
Or we can keep it simple baby we can just
Ride wit' it, ride wit' it
I know you know, I know you wanna, wit' it
Don't be shy wit' it, I'll supply wit' it
I gotchu, girl, oh, I got it, girl
With your Louis V bag, tats 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 parties (oh)
To pluck the feathers off all the birds
You always come to the parties
On your knees
I will not beg you, please
I will not (I will not)
Ride wit' it, ride wit' it
I know you know
I know you wanna line wit' it
Don't be shy wit' it
I'll supply wit' it
I got you girl
Oh, I got it girl
Won't you line wit' it? Line wit' it
I know you know
I know you wanna (wanna)
Ooh (ooh)
Ooh-whoa (whoa-ooh)
I got you girl
Oh, I got you girl
Oh, oh, oh, oh (ohh-ooh)
Oh, I got it girl (oh)
Oh, I got it girl (oh)
Oh, oh
I think I'm f*ckin' gone, rollin' on this floor
Messin' up your carpet
I'll get on it after four more
Sessions of the strong on your floor
Shoulda f*ckin' rolled, but I f*ckin' pulled
Feelin' like a billion bucks before
I walked through this door
When I walked through your door
Can't believe I made it
But I made it that's for sure
For sure
Your lovin'
I need more
I need yours
She ain't lookin' for that unconditional
What the f*ck these bitches on?
They want what I'm sittin' on
They don't want my love
They just want my potential
F*ck it
I'll be sippin' on this, baby livin' off bliss
Got me drownin' in your love
Got me drownin' in the mist
Gimme right attention
Or I'll start drownin' from my wrist
Baby, if you knew
The feelin' I would give to you
Oh you, you
Oh you
'Cause I got it girl
Oh I got it girl
With me, with me
Whoa you
Oh you
Whoa you
Oh you
Oh I got it girl
Oh I got it girl
With me, with me
I got a brand new girl
Call her Rudolph
She'll probably OD before I show her to momma
All these girls try to tell me she got no love
But all these girls never ever got her blow job
Ringtone on silent
And if she stops, then I might get violent
No call is worth stoppin'
So, momma please stop callin'
We can play all night
It just takes one night
To let me f*ckin' prove
This feelin' I'ma give to you
Oh you, you
Whoa you
Oh I got it girl
Yeah, I got it girl
With me, with me, with you
Oh you
Oh you
Oh you
Oh I got it girl
Yeah, I got it girl
With me, with me
Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh
Oh I got it girl
Writer: Victoria Garance Alixe Legrand, Blanchaer Marcel Rainer Millar, Jeremy Peter Rose, Alex Kristian Scally, Abel Tesfaye
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Rainer Millar Blanchaer, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Rainer Millar Blanchaer, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Coming Down
Oh ohh [x5]
I got something to tell you but don't know how I'm a say it,
I guess that I could only say one thing,
Girl I been bad again, girl I been bad again,
Cause with this money comes problems
And with these problems comes solutions,
And I use em'
When I'm faded I forget...
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 feelin' everythin before I got up
I always want you when I'm coming down [x8]
Poppin again, I tried to quit again,
I'm always tight with something I begin
That's why my niggas got me to the end,
Supply what I take, I take what I spend baby,
I reply 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 everythin' before I got out
I always want you and I'm coming down [x8]
Pick up your phone,
I'm all alone
I always want you and I'm coming down
I always want you and I'm coming down
I always want you and I'm coming down
I got something to tell you but don't know how I'm a say it,
I guess that I could only say one thing,
Girl I been bad again, girl I been bad again,
Cause with this money comes problems
And with these problems comes solutions,
And I use em'
When I'm faded I forget...
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 feelin' everythin before I got up
I always want you when I'm coming down [x8]
Poppin again, I tried to quit again,
I'm always tight with something I begin
That's why my niggas got me to the end,
Supply what I take, I take what I spend baby,
I reply 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 everythin' before I got out
I always want you and I'm coming down [x8]
Pick up your phone,
I'm all alone
I always want you and I'm coming down
I always want you and I'm coming down
I always want you and I'm coming down
Writer: Abel Tesfaye, Martin Daniel McKinney, Carlo Montagnese
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Loft Music
You see 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're talking about. I see you like to tease, baby, and in reality you don't know "what" to please, baby, "rude bar" queen, take your f*cking seat, baby, ride it out, now, I know you wanna "sing" baby, I'm better than your next man and if you're swinging I'll get dumber than the next man, cause I don't play, unless it's keys and I'll play all day, you like them keys, we gonna play all day, wet dream, "firebreak" all day, all day.
I think you lost your morals, girl, but it's ok, cause you don't need 'em while we going in that two floor loft in the middle of the city after rolling through the city with me. I promise you, you'll see, that I'm only f*cking twenty, girl, vision, put your mind in a dream world. What you doing in the bathroom? I hear noises in the bathroom, baby, it's ok, we can do it in the living room, just some "terms" in 'em, the only girls that we f*ck with seem to have twenty different pills in 'em. They tell us that they love us, even though they want a next man and the next man's bitch want the third man, Eddie Murphy shit, yeah, we trade places, rehearsed last time and then we f*ck faces.
Let me know just how to get a buzz, mix it with the "hash", come f*ck with us, cause I'm raw, motherf*cker, I'm raw.
Love so lost and my niggas mad these bitches can't touch what we got, if they wanted, I'll plug any nigga that'll step, man, 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" (o.O), you're about it, got a loft right now, you're exited, you're excited, got a girl, the "lights" girl, so watch your back, she gonna make you like girls.
I think you lost your morals, girl, but it's ok, cause you don't need 'em while we going in that two floor loft in the middle of the city after rolling through the city with me. I promise you, you'll see, that I'm only f*cking twenty, girl, vision, put your mind in a dream world. What you doing in the bathroom? I hear noises in the bathroom, baby, it's ok, we can do it in the living room, just some "terms" in 'em, the only girls that we f*ck with seem to have twenty different pills in 'em. They tell us that they love us, even though they want a next man and the next man's bitch want the third man, Eddie Murphy shit, yeah, we trade places, rehearsed last time and then we f*ck faces.
Let me know just how to get a buzz, mix it with the "hash", come f*ck with us, cause I'm raw, motherf*cker, I'm raw.
Love so lost and my niggas mad these bitches can't touch what we got, if they wanted, I'll plug any nigga that'll step, man, 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" (o.O), you're about it, got a loft right now, you're exited, you're excited, got a girl, the "lights" girl, so watch your back, she gonna make you like girls.
Writer: Abel Tesfaye, Alex Scally, Jeremy Rose, Victoria Legrand
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
The Knowing
I know what you did
I know
So I'm a let you taste her
I ain't washing my sins
I ain't washing my sins
Now we're lying about the nights
Hiding it all behind the smiles
Take a look at what you did
You probably thought that break my heart
You probably thought that you make me cry
But 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
It's hard to keep me up
And you are dry
But 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 break my heart
You probably thought that you make me cry
But baby it's okay
I swear it's okay
'Cause I know everything
I know everything
I know everything
I know everything
I know
So I'm a let you taste her
I ain't washing my sins
I ain't washing my sins
Now we're lying about the nights
Hiding it all behind the smiles
Take a look at what you did
You probably thought that break my heart
You probably thought that you make me cry
But 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
It's hard to keep me up
And you are dry
But 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 break my heart
You probably thought that you make me cry
But baby it's okay
I swear it's okay
'Cause I know everything
I know everything
I know everything
I know everything
Writer: Abel Tesfaye, Carlo Montagnese, Robin Guthrie, Elizabeth Frase, Simon Raymonde, Martin McKinney
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Twenty Eight
This house is not a home to you
But you decide to go ahead and lay down, lay down
There are no words to describe the depth of your indifference
'Cause I see you're here to stay
Should have known to pick my fate
Ooh
I'm so wrong, I'm so wrong
(To let you in my)
To let you in my home
(You know where I sleep)
Now you know where I sleep
(Never felt so damn weak)
Ohhh Ohhh
Hey there lonely girl
Did you have to tell your friends
About the way I got you screaming my name
Did you have to tell the world, ooh
Now your girls all wanna f*ck
Girl you could've been the one
Gotta change my number twice a month
When you could have simply kept it on the down low
I'm so wrong, I'm so wrong
(To let you in my)
To let you in my home
(You know where I sleep)
Now you know where I sleep
(Never felt so damn weak)
Ohhh Ohhh
Baby if I knew you'd be living in my sheets
I wouldn't have shown you any love
I would have left you in the club
You say you don't belong
You keep saying there's no one
And there's nowhere to go, ooh
But who keeps calling on your phone?
I'm so wrong, I'm so wrong, I'm so wrong
I'm so wrong, I'm so wrong
(To let you in my)
To let you in my home
(You know where I sleep)
Now you know where I sleep
(Never felt so damn weak)
Ohhh Ohhh
(Oh baby)
Oohh
I'm so wrong, I'm so wrong
(To let you in my)
To let you in my home
(You know where I sleep)
Now you know where I sleep
(Never felt so damn weak)
Ohh Ohh
(Baby)
Oooh Ooh, yeah
But you decide to go ahead and lay down, lay down
There are no words to describe the depth of your indifference
'Cause I see you're here to stay
Should have known to pick my fate
Ooh
I'm so wrong, I'm so wrong
(To let you in my)
To let you in my home
(You know where I sleep)
Now you know where I sleep
(Never felt so damn weak)
Ohhh Ohhh
Hey there lonely girl
Did you have to tell your friends
About the way I got you screaming my name
Did you have to tell the world, ooh
Now your girls all wanna f*ck
Girl you could've been the one
Gotta change my number twice a month
When you could have simply kept it on the down low
I'm so wrong, I'm so wrong
(To let you in my)
To let you in my home
(You know where I sleep)
Now you know where I sleep
(Never felt so damn weak)
Ohhh Ohhh
Baby if I knew you'd be living in my sheets
I wouldn't have shown you any love
I would have left you in the club
You say you don't belong
You keep saying there's no one
And there's nowhere to go, ooh
But who keeps calling on your phone?
I'm so wrong, I'm so wrong, I'm so wrong
I'm so wrong, I'm so wrong
(To let you in my)
To let you in my home
(You know where I sleep)
Now you know where I sleep
(Never felt so damn weak)
Ohhh Ohhh
(Oh baby)
Oohh
I'm so wrong, I'm so wrong
(To let you in my)
To let you in my home
(You know where I sleep)
Now you know where I sleep
(Never felt so damn weak)
Ohh Ohh
(Baby)
Oooh Ooh, yeah
Writer: Abel Tesfaye, Martin Daniel McKinney, Carlo Montagnese
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
House of Balloons is the debut mixtape by the Canadian singer-songwriter the Weeknd. It was released on March 21, 2011, by the artist's own record label XO. The mixtape was released for free on the Weeknd's website and was the subject of increased media discussion upon the use of its songs on television, as well as the then-anonymous identity of the individual behind the Weeknd. House of Balloons was entirely recorded in Toronto, with production handled primarily by the Weeknd, Doc McKinney, and Illangelo, alongside additional contributions from Cirkut, Jeremy Rose and Rainer. Its title is derived from the nickname the singer gave to his former home in Parkdale, Toronto.
The mixtape received widespread acclaim, with critics praising its dark aesthetic, production, and lyrical content. It is widely regarded as a major influence on contemporary R&B music, being credited for pioneering alternative R&B. Musically, House of Balloons mixes R&B with elements of rock, electro, and hip-hop. Lyrically, the mixtape explores the Weeknd's drug use and experiences with love, heartbreak, and promiscuity.
House of Balloons was commercially released as part of the compilation album Trilogy (2012) and included the singles "Wicked Games" and "Twenty Eight", the latter of which is a bonus track. On its tenth anniversary, the original mixtape was released in digital formats, and included samples which failed to gain copyright clearance on Trilogy. The reissue was accompanied by a limited edition line of merchandise designed by architect Daniel Arsham.
The mixtape was named as one of the longlisted of nominees for the 2011's Polaris Music Prize. The mixtape's title track was placed on Pitchfork's list of top 100 songs of 2011 at number 57, while "The Morning" was number 15. In 2021, it was listed at No. 488 on Rolling Stone's "Top 500 Best Songs of All Time".
-Wikipedia
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The WeekndThe mixtape received widespread acclaim, with critics praising its dark aesthetic, production, and lyrical content. It is widely regarded as a major influence on contemporary R&B music, being credited for pioneering alternative R&B. Musically, House of Balloons mixes R&B with elements of rock, electro, and hip-hop. Lyrically, the mixtape explores the Weeknd's drug use and experiences with love, heartbreak, and promiscuity.
House of Balloons was commercially released as part of the compilation album Trilogy (2012) and included the singles "Wicked Games" and "Twenty Eight", the latter of which is a bonus track. On its tenth anniversary, the original mixtape was released in digital formats, and included samples which failed to gain copyright clearance on Trilogy. The reissue was accompanied by a limited edition line of merchandise designed by architect Daniel Arsham.
The mixtape was named as one of the longlisted of nominees for the 2011's Polaris Music Prize. The mixtape's title track was placed on Pitchfork's list of top 100 songs of 2011 at number 57, while "The Morning" was number 15. In 2021, it was listed at No. 488 on Rolling Stone's "Top 500 Best Songs of All Time".
-Wikipedia
Genre(s): Alternative R&B
Producer(s): Doc McKinney, Cirkut, Illangelo, Jeremy Rose, Rainer, The Weeknd
Released: March 21st, 2011
Year: 2011