[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
Everybody 'round me saying I should relax
Cause I been going hard 'til my eyes roll back but
All I want to do is forget about my past
And smoke a little weed, really nothing too drastic
Any time you see me in a picture and I'm smiling
Probably cause I'm faded or I'm chilling with the fans and
Not really the type to let a n***a talk back
But I'ma let it slide cause my n***as too violent
Shoutout to the ones who spend money like a habit
Even if they had a million dollars, they'd be trapping
Got a couple girls shooting movies on the mattress
Then I hit the booth, make the motherf**ing soundtrack
Then I play it back on the eighty-inch plasma
Then I get 'em faded off that super fantastic
Roll that grandmaster, smell it through the plastic
Nobody can handle me, I'm gone when the sh**'s too strong
[Hook: The Weeknd]
The night's too long, I took too much and I've gone too far
And I might not make it, I might not make it this time
I might not make it, I might not make it this time
I might not make it, I might not make it this time
I might not make it, I might not
[Verse 2: Belly]
b**hes know, told a ho it's different strokes for different folks
Came up out the north, we was playing with a different snow
Took my n***as from the four-one to pacific coast
We no longer put no fish scale on the fishing boat
Listen, ho, I know all you b**hes want is liquor, smoke (liquor, smoke)
I know all you b**hes want is dick and dough (dick and dough)
Told her you don't gotta make it difficult
Baby, sit calm, we don't need another episode
Hippy b**hes sending me titty pictures
She told me no religion was the new religion
She said she don't believe in God, but her shoes Christian
I heard she serving everybody like the soup kitchen
Getting hoes higher, getting hoes higher
She got work in the morning, I'm getting hoes fired
Why the f** you call it purp when you mix it pink?
You know I f**ing mix the drinks when the sh**'s too strong
[Hook]