[Intro: The Weeknd]
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Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
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Oh yeah, oh yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
Everybody 'round me sayin' I should relax, 'cause
I've been goin' hard 'til my eyes roll backward
All I wanna do is forget about my past, and
Smoke a little weed, really nothin' too drastic
Any time you see me in a picture and I'm smilin'
Probably 'cause I'm faded or I'm chillin' with the fans and
Not really the type to let a nigga talk back, but
I'mma let it slide 'cause my niggas too violent
Shout-out to the ones who spend money like a habit
Even if they had a million dollars, they'd be trappin'
Got a couple girls shootin' movies on the mattress
Then I hit the booth, make the motherfuckin' soundtrack
Then I play it back on that 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

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
When the *'s too strong, the night's too long
I took too much and I've gone too far
And I might not make it (Not make it), I might not make it
This time I might not make it
I might not make it, I might not make it
This time I might not make it
I might not make it (Not make it), I might not make it
This time I might not make it, I might not

[Verse 2: Belly]
Bitches know, told a ho, "It's different strokes for different folks"
Came up out the north, we was playin' with a different snow
Took my niggas from the 401 to Pacific Coast
We no longer put no fish scale on the fishing boat
Listen ho, I know all you bitches want is liquor, smoke (L-Liquor, smoke)
I know all you bitches 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 bitches sendin' me titty pictures
She told me no religion was the new religion (Yeah)
She said she don't believe in God but her shoes is Christian (Yeah)
I heard she servin' everybody like the soup kitchen
Gettin' hoes higher, gettin' hoes higher
She got work in the mornin', I'm gettin' hoes fired (Haha)
Why you the * you call it purp when you mix it pink?
You know I fuckin' mix the drinks when the *'s too strong

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
When the *'s too strong, the night's too long
I took too much and I've gone too far
And I might not make it (Not make it), I might not make it
This time I might not make it
I might not make it, I might not make it
This time I might not make it
I might not make it (Not make it), I might not make it
This time I might not make it, I might not

[Outro: Belly]
('Cause I've been smoking a lot, and I've been drinking)
I might not make it, oh no I might not make it
('Cause I've been smoking a lot, and I've been drinking)
I might not make it, oh no, I might not make it
('Cause I've been smoking a lot, and I've been drinking)
I might not make it, oh no I might not make it
('Cause I've been smoking a lot, and I've been drinking)
I might not make it, oh no, I might not make it (Ooh)