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[Intro: The Weeknd]
Yeah, uh
Don't waste your tears on me
(Take me out LA)
I'ma tell you it ain't worth the fight
(Take me out of LA)
I'ma hurt you if you let me
I can love you only for the night
I can love you for the night, baby
(Take me out of LA, take me out of LA
Oh-oh)
Baby, I could play your role-play
I can tell that you're the only one
I- I'ma promise that you feel pain
You ain't gon' get pain from no one else, yeah
Get it from no one else

[Verse 1: Grill Z]
Ayy
Bet you think you just a problem
I look over them buildings and see how much I that thought of
Dirty money such a habit, so much that I bought them
Stay away from me, might try to knock you out, comеt, hey
I stay with 2 devices likе I'll ever fucking skyrocket
No
Like I'll ever fucking skyrocket
Ayy
Another one of me, like you'd never ever seen, it's the same me
(Haha, haha, haha)
Best believe that I might get out of pocket, but can you really fucking blame me?
I know that damn juice spilled on the carpet
R.I.P. to Juice, here's another lost to X, no R.I.P. to the goods
And I know what they wait on, they want me to lose
But I did it on my own after shakin' some rooms
With the bass fully on, homies always on a mission
There's no money to pay for my own wishes, dreams of hoping that you would listen
Thinking in that moment: Do I lose it, and miss it?
Can fucking barely do that math, I always fucking feel like ass
Feel like a failure at class
Don't know what to fucking do, all I know is I got my crew, all I know is I got my crew
Don't worry about me, you should worry about you
Making dumb music, got my own situation muted
I don't know, and I'm fucking confused, talk to myself "What I'm gonna do?"
Sorry I couldn't answer your question last week
I was too depressed, couldn't almost let it pass me
Wanna call on the phone, but all alone, I was mass weak
Never had the time, so I got ashy
Ha
Hoes making hits about they ass cheeks
Sending my songs to the radio, but ah, they don't accept my trashy
Woke up, and the only thing I'm missing is you
Looking at my views, like "What I'm gonna do?"
I remember last June, when my dog got chewed
R.I.P. to Marshall, we remember that July too, still wear them shorts
And Kanye always got the moods
Never one to make a song like this, but I know now I always come around
I'm fucked

[Verse 2: Grill Z]
Do pills at 17, imma bleed
Fucking kill myself like I'm a killer, ayy
Hey (You know me)
I don't give a fuck
I'm fucking drunk, I don't give a fuck
Mix all the stuff while I mix all the pills
I don't wanna talk to you
Do you know how this feels?
I don't know and I probably never will
So I might as well just make myself ill
Ayy

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh)
Another one of me won't come around again
Another one of me won't come around again
(Another one of me won't come around)
Yeah, said oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh (Yeah, said oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh)
Another one of me won't come around again
Another one of me won't come around again
(Another one of me won't come around)

[Post-Chorus: Grill Z]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah

[Verse 3: Grill Z]
Dropped my debut album with no one listening to it, my music did no good, I'm at the edge of killing it
Yeah
(Music career sucks, be dead when ya listen to it
Music career sucks, be dead when ya listen to it)
(Yeah, uh)
But I still got some hope, just chillin' on the couch
Woke up, no notes, it's a never before let-down
Slept on the floor, felt hopeless on the ground
Why you not trust me? I just wanna be found, like

[Outro: Grill Z]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
(Ha, ha)
(Gang gang shit, shhh, sex)