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The Weeknd

Loft Music

 

Loft Music

(album: House Of Balloons - 2011)


Oh, oh-ooh
Oh (Woah), oh (Woah)
Oh, oh

They say my brain melting
And the only thing I'll 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 talking about
Unless you like to tease, baby
When in reality you don't know how to please, baby
Blue-ball queen, take your fucking seat, baby
Ride it out, now I know you wanna scream, baby
Better than your next man
And if he swinging I get dumber than the next man
'Cause I don't play
Unless it's keys, then I play all day (All day)
You like them keys? We gon' play all day (All day)
Wet dream fry your brain all day, all day
I think you lost your morals, girl (What?)
But it's okay 'cause you don't need 'em where we're going
In that two-floor loft in the middle of the city
After rolling through the city with me
I promise you gon' see
That I'm only fucking 20, girl
Amnesia, put your mind in a dream world
What you doing in the bathroom? (Woah)
I hear noises in the bathroom (Woah)
Baby, it's okay
We can do it in the living room
Twisting turns in 'em, the only girls that we fuck with
Seem to have 20 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
Rehearse lines to them and then we fuck faces
Yeah, we know just how to get a buzz
Mix it with the hash, come fuck with us
I'm raw, mothafucka, I'm raw
My love so lost, and my niggas, man
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
'Til 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? You about it?
Got a loft right now, you excited?
You excited

Ooh, ooh
Ah, ah
Ooh-ah
What you thinking about?
What you thinking about?
Yeah
What you thinking about?
Ooh, what you thinking about?
What you thinking about?
What you thinking about?
What you thinkin'?
I been thinking 'bout, ooh
I know everything, ooh
I know everything
I know it all
I know it all
Ah, ah, ah, ooh
Ooh-ah, ah, ah
Ooh, oh no, no, no
Ah, ah-ooh, ooh

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?