Allen Ritter - Pray 4 Love lyrics

[Produced by Illangelo, Ben Billions, The Weeknd & Mike Dean, additional production by Allen Ritter] [Hook: The Weeknd] Oh, no praying for love Oh, say loud Just ask the lonely, oh Just ask the lonely, oh [Verse 1: Travi$ Scott] Pray for who lost they fate, and died too young Pray for the ones I hate, the ones I love Pray for my liver when I'm off, in this club I pray that the, demons go away, they hauntin' us Man I can't take no more of this lifestyle we been livin' Man I can't take no more of the white powers in position Gotta grab J-Will, gotta scoop up J-Rich Told Chase we ain't goin' back, you know, we gotta hitch I mean I'm, aggravated, agitated, I admit Intoxicated, animated, got me feelin' kinda lit Contemplatin' fornicatin', might as well f** up some sh** They lookin' at me way too crazy, got me feelin' communist But I'm just tryin' to save the throne, pray for Bones, pray for Stix If my album never sell, then we gon' hit that lick Tell Lamar, call up Cash, tell him buzz me at the Ritz It's the weekend, we off the deep end, you need to pray for us [Hook: The Weeknd] Oh, no praying for love Oh, say loud Just ask the lonely, oh Just ask the lonely, oh [Bridge: Travi$ Scott] Pills Have you ever been through life's Challenges? Promises? Get down here, I'm prayin' [Verse 2: Travi$ Scott (The Weeknd)] Let me tell the lost tale about Jacques Let me tell you how I turned Scott How I went down on the block Waterfall around ten o'clock And how we came up gettin' all the knots, dodgin' cops, yeah 'Fore a n***a had the locks 'Fore a n***a had the chain, 'fore I had the bops Always kept my city on me like it was a swatch Every time we in the party, took it up a notch Now I'm thinkin' 'bout this new girl, and she doin' pop (Ohhh) Wanna know my dick longer than a Pringle box (Don't pray for love) Tired of seein' these black kids on the face of FOX (Ohhh) And f** CNN, they don't wanna see us win (Said I-) Mama don't you worry no, no more, worry no, no more I'ma take you from the first to the ninetieth floor You always told me what I plant, that sh** gotta grow And anything I detonate, that sh** gotta blow Pray for love [Bridge: The Weeknd + Travi$ Scott] No, oh We don't pray for love, no more We don't wanna see you on the cover of a carton, no more We don't wanna see you on the news, no more All alone [Verse 3: The Weeknd] Underrated is an understatement They tryin' to test greatness, a n***a tryna get paid These n***as fiends watchin' all of my moves Cause the music like crack, got me cookin' all day I'm right here, you know where I stay And if you don't, then ask your girl, she probably know the way She like my show lights, she want to be wife She know that if she got me that she gon' be good for life So I pull out 'fore the climax Faster than a hi-hat, sorry baby, I don't play And if I did, you know my kids would be ballin' And my daughter gon' never meet a n***a like me My n***as pull up in that Rolls-Royce Like they sell that coke boy, shout out to the Coke Boys They never pray for us, nobody pray for us Nobody pray, no, no, no, no, no [Hook: The Weeknd] Oh, no praying for love Oh, say loud Just ask the lonely, oh Just ask the lonely, oh