The Weeknd Rolling Stone

Now you're thinkin' bout it

Girl you're thinkin' bout it

What we got hereHow we fuckin' got here

They recognize

They just recognize

I'm in a life without a home so this recognitions not enough

I don't care about nobody else

'Cause I've been on these streets way too long

Baby I've been on this too long

It's getting faded too long



Got me on this rolling stone

So I take another hit

Kill another serotonin

With a hand full of beans

And a chest full of weed

Got me singing 'bout a bitch

While I'm blowing out my steam

Yea I know I got my issues

Why you think I fuckin' flow?

And I'ma keep on smoking 'til I can't hit another note



Ooh, but until then



I got you, ooh



Baby I got you, ooh

Until you're used to my face

And my mystery fades

I got you, ooh

So baby love me, ooh

Before they all love me

Until you won't love me

Because they'll all love me

I'll be different, ooh

I think I'll be different

I hope I'm not different

And I hope you'll still listen

But until then

Baby I got you, ooh ooh

I got you, ooh

Girl I still got you, ooh ooh

I got you, ooh, woah