Released: May 7, 2015
Featuring: The Weeknd
Songwriter: Ben Billions Merlin Watts DaHeala The Weeknd Belly
Producer: Merlin Watts DaHeala Ben Billions
[Intro: The Weeknd]
Yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
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 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
[Verse 2: Belly]
Don't 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 brothers from the 401 to Pacific Coast
We no longer put no fish scale on the fishing boat
Listen close, I know all you really want is liquor, smoke (L-Liquor, smoke)
I know all you really want is liquor dough (L-Liquor, 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 Christian (Yeah)
I heard she servin' everybody like the soup kitchen
Gettin' girls higher, gettin' girls higher
She got work in the mornin', I'm gettin' girls fired (Haha)
Why you always call it purp when you mix it pink?
You know I fuckin' mix the drinks when the shit's too strong
[Chorus: 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
[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)
Yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
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 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
[Verse 2: Belly]
Don't 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 brothers from the 401 to Pacific Coast
We no longer put no fish scale on the fishing boat
Listen close, I know all you really want is liquor, smoke (L-Liquor, smoke)
I know all you really want is liquor dough (L-Liquor, 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 Christian (Yeah)
I heard she servin' everybody like the soup kitchen
Gettin' girls higher, gettin' girls higher
She got work in the mornin', I'm gettin' girls fired (Haha)
Why you always call it purp when you mix it pink?
You know I fuckin' mix the drinks when the shit's too strong
[Chorus: 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
[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)