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The Weeknd

Might Not

 

Might Not


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

Everybody 'round me saying I should relax, 'cause
I've been going hard 'til my eyes roll backward
All I wanna 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 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 trapping
Got a couple girls shooting movies on the mattress
Then I hit the booth, make the motherfucking 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

When the shit'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

[Belly:]
Bitches 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 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 sending 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 serving everybody like the soup kitchen
Getting hoes higher, getting hoes higher
She got work in the morning, I'm getting hoes fired (Haha)
Why you the fuck you call it purp when you mix it pink?
You know I fucking mix the drinks when the shit's too strong

[The Weeknd:]
When the shit'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

[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)

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