[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]