his instrumentals are what made him imo. hes amazing. truly amazing. but the instrumental is just as good if not better. the people that made these songs are so creative...
A coworker always listened to The Weeknd. I liked her so I thought I get some brownie points. Forget the girl....XO! Messed me up more than she could have. This is something special. Loving it. And the girl had the reason for Mr. Tesfaye .
Lyrics: Been on another level Since you came, no more pain You look into my eyes You can't recognize my face You're in my world now You can stay, you can stay But you belong to me Ooh, you belong to me If it hurts to breathe, open the window Oh, your mind wants to leave, but you can't go This is a happy house We're happy here, in a happy house Oh, this is fun Fun, fun, fun, fun Fun, fun, fun, fun Fun, fun, fun, fun Music got you lost Nights pass so much quicker than the days did Same clothes, you ain't ready for your day shift This place will burn you up But, baby, it's okay, them my nig*** next door And they workin' in the trap, so get naughty if you want Just don't blame it on me That you didn't call your home Oh, just don't blame it on me, girl 'Cause you wanted to have fun If it hurts to breathe, open the window Oh, your mind wants to leave, but you can't go This is a happy house We're happy here, in a happy house Oh, this is fun Fun, fun, fun, fun (this is fun) Fun, fun, fun, fun (this is fun to me) Fun, fun, fun, fun Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out Bring the 7- Two puffs for the lady who be down for that Whatever, together Bring your own stash of the greatest, trade it Roll a dub, burn a dub, cough a dub, taste it Then watch us chase it With a handful of pills, no chasers Jaw clenchin' on some super-sized papers And she bad and her head bad Escapin', her van is a Wonderland And it's half-past six Read skies 'cause time don't exist But when the stars shine back to the crib Superstar lines back at the crib And we can test out the tables We've got some brand new tables All glass and it's four feet wide But it's a must to get us ten feet high She give me sex in a handbag I get her wetter than a wet nap And no closed doors, so I listen to her moans echo "I heard he do drugs now" You heard wrong, I been on it for a minute We just never act a fool, that's just how we fuckin' live it And when we act a fool it's probably 'cause we mixed it Yeah, I'm always on that okey dokey Them white boys know the deal, ain't no fuckin' phony Big O know the deal, he the one who showed me Watch me ride this fuckin' beat like he fuckin' told me "Is that your girl, what's her fuckin' story?" "She kinda bad but she ride it like a fuckin' pony" I cut down on her man, be her fuckin' story Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout you, man, get to know me Ain't no offense, though, I promise you If you a real man, dude, you gon' decide the truth But I'm a nice dude, with some nice dreams And we could turn this to a nightmare: Elm Street La la la la la la la la I'm so gone, so gone Bring out the glass tables Bring the 707 out La la la la la la la la I'm so gone, so gone Bring out the glass tables Bring the 707 out La la la la la la la la I'm so gone, so gone Bring out the glass tables Bring the 707 out La la la la la la la la I'm so gone, so gone Bring out the glass tables Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out
Xzodia Unltd I think this is the instrumental for the Trilogy album version instead of the mixtape version. The album version has a harder kick and an overall different mix than the mixtape version.
@@dominicmoreno5660 Nah the mixtape version is still up on The Weeknd's regular channel, just search for this song on RU-vid and that's that, if you listen carefully on headphones or a good sound system the kick is quieter and it doesn't punch through as much as in the Trilogy version
Been on another level Since you came No more pain Look into my eyes You can't recognize my face You're up and now You can stay You can stay But you belong to me You belong to me If it hurts to breathe Open the window Hold my mind What's the read What you came for? This is a happy house We're happy here In a happy house Oh this is fun (fun, fun, fun...) These are angel eyes Nights ends so much quicker than the days did Same clothes, are you ready for your day shift This place will burn you up But baby its okay and my niggas don't start And they working on the tramp So get on me if you want So don't pin it on me I didn't call your home So don't blame it on me girl Cause you wanted to have fun Cho Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out
"You're up and now" should be "You're in my world now" "Hold my mind? what's the read, what you came for" should be "Oh your mind, wants to leave, but you can't go" "These are angel eyes..." line should be "The music got you lost, Nights pass so much quicker than the days did, same clothes you ain't ready for your day shift." "But baby it's okay..." line should be "But baby it's okay all my niggas next door they be working in the trap so get louder if you want, just don't blame it on me, that he didn't call you home..." These should all be the correct lyrics :)
+vinsanity227 Saw wave, with like 4-7 voices, detuned, play with the phase, then add some distortion, and finally cut the lowest frequencies and some of the high
“I may not be the one, but you can make a pit stop baby”... Oh relax girl, it’s hardly cheating. Hands are magic Tongue goes spastic Plus he’d love the thought of it I can take you to a level That you’ve never ever been Oooooh yeah.. I fell in love with The way you turned me on. I’d never ever tie you down..unless You begged for it.. Oh relax girl, it’s hardly cheating Hands are magic tongue goes spastic Plus he’d love the thought of it I can take you to a level that You’ve never ever been.... Ooooh yeah... I died to myself too long ago So expectations are a dead end You’ll be surely disappointed If you think we’re more than friends Run your fingers thru my hair til I forget My own name I’m in the business of escaping Make my pain obsolete, become the oxygen I breath. I’ll never take u forsaken,, Til’ your talented mouth becomes myself salvation.
My old man is a bad man, but I can't deny the way he holds my hand And he grabs me, he has me by my heart He doesn't mind I have a Las Vegas past He doesn't mind I have a L.A. crass way about me He loves me, with every beat of his cocaine heart Swimmin' pool glimmerin', darling White bikini off with my red nail polish Watch me in the swimmin' pool, bright blue ripples You sittin', sippin' on your Black Cristal, oh, yeah Light of my life, fire of my loins Be a good baby, do what I want Light of my life, fire of my loins Gimme them gold coins, gimme them coins And I'm off to the races, cases of Bacardi chasers Chasin' me all over town 'Cause he knows I'm wasted, facin' time again at Rikers Island And I won't get out Because I'm crazy, baby I need you to come here and save me I'm your little scarlet, starlet, singin' in the garden Kiss me on my open mouth Ready for you My old man is a tough man, but He got a soul as sweet as blood-red jam And he shows me, he knows me Every inch of my tar-black soul He doesn't mind I have a flat broke-down life In fact, he says he thinks it's what he might like about me Admires me, the way I roll like a rolling stone Likes to watch me in the glass room, bathroom, Château Marmont Slippin' on my red dress, puttin' on my makeup Glass room, perfume, cognac, lilac fumes Says it feels like heaven to him Light of his life, fire of his loins Keep me forever, tell me you own me Light of your life, fire of your loins Tell me you own me, gimme them coins And I'm off to the races, cases of Bacardi chasers Chasin' me all over town 'Cause he knows I'm wasted, facin' time again at Rikers Island And I won't get out Because I'm crazy, baby I need you to come here and save me I'm your little scarlet, starlet, singin' in the garden Kiss me on my open mouth Yo, I'm off to the races, laces Leather on my waist is tight, and I am fallin' down I can see your face, is shameless, Cipriani's Basement Love you, but I'm goin' down God, I'm so crazy, baby I'm sorry that I'm misbehaving I'm your little harlot, starlet, Queen of Coney Island Raisin' hell all over town Sorry 'bout it My old man is a thief, and I'm gonna stay and pray with him 'til the end But I trust in the decision of the Lord, to watch over us Take him when He may, if He may I'm not afraid to say that I'd die without him Who else is gonna put up with me this way? I need you, I breathe you, I'll never leave you! They would rue the day I was alone, without you You're lyin' with your gold chain on Cigar hangin' from your lips, I said, "Hon'" "You never looked so beautiful as you do now, my man" And we're off to the races, places Ready, set, the gate is down and now we're goin' in To Las Vegas, chaos, Casino Oasis Honey, it is time to spin Boy, you're so crazy, baby I love you forever, not maybe You are my one true love You are my one true love You are my one true love
CORRECT LYRICS- Been on another level Since you came No more pain Look into my eyes You can't recognize my face You're my beloved You can stay You can stay But you belong to me You belong to me If it hurts to breathe Open the window Oh, your mind wants to leave But you can't go This is a happy house We're happy here In a happy house Oh this is fun Music got you lost Nights ends so much quicker than the days did Same clothes, you aren't ready for your day shift This place will burn you up Baby it's okay and my niggas next door They be working in the trap So get louder if you want Just don't blame it on me That you didn't call your home So don't blame it on me girl Cause you wanted to have fun If it hurts to breathe Open the window Hold my mind What's the read What you came for? This is a happy house We're happy here In a happy house Oh this is fun Fun for me Bring the seven o seven now Two puffs for the lady who be down for that Whatever, together Bring your own stash of the greatest, trade it Roll a dub, burn a dub, cough a dub, taste it Now watch us chase it With a handful of pills No chasers Jaw clenching on some super-sized papers And she bad in her head bad Escaping, her van is wonderland And it's half-past six Weed's nice cause time don't exist But when the stars shine back to the crib Superstar lines back at the crib And we can test out the tables Got some brand new tables All glass and it's four feet wide But it's a must to get us ten feet high She give me sex in a handbag I got her wetter than a wet nap And no closed doors So I listen to her moans echo "I heard he do drugs now" You heard wrong I been on them for a minute We just never act a fool That's just how we fuckin' living And when we act a fool It's probably cause we mixed it Yeah I'm always on that okey dokey Them white boys know the deal Ain't no fucking phony Big O know the deal He the one who showed me Watch me ride this fucking beat Like he fucking told me Is that your girl, what's her fucking story? "She kinda bad but she ride it like a fucking pony" I cut down on her man Be her fucking story Yeah I'm talking 'bout you man Get to know me Ain't no offense though I promise you If you a real man, dude, you gon' decide the truth But I'm a nice dude with some nice dreams And we could turn this to a nightmare: Elm Street La la la la la la la la I'm so gone so gone Bring out the glass tables With the seven o seven now
Been on another level since you came, no more pain You look into my eyes, you can't recognize my face You're in my world now, you can stay, you can stay But you belong to me, you belong to me If it hurts to breathe, open the window Oh, your mind wants to leave but you can't go This is a happy house, we're happy here In a happy house, oh this is fun Music got you lost Nights pass so much quicker than the days did Same clothes, you ain't ready for your day shift This place will burn you up But baby it's okay, them my niggas next door And they working in the trap, so get naughty if you want So don't blame it on me that you didn't call your home So don't blame it on me, girl, 'cause you wanted to have fun If it hurts to breathe, open the window Oh, your mind wants to leave but you can't go This is a happy house, we're happy here In a happy house, oh this is fun Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out Bring the 7 Two puffs for the lady who be down for that Whatever, together Bring your own stash of the greatest, trade it Roll a dub, burn a dub, cough a dub, taste it Then watch us chase it With a handful of pills, no chasers Jaw clenching on some super-sized papers And she bad and her head bad Escaping, her van is a Wonderland And it's half-past six Weed's nice 'cause time don't exist But when the stars shine back to the crib Superstar lines back at the crib And we can test out the tables Got some brand new tables All glass and it's four feet wide But it's a must to get us ten feet high She give me sex in a handbag I get her wetter than a wet nap And no closed doors So I listen to her moans echo "I heard he do drugs now" You heard wrong, I been on it for a minute We just never act a fool That's just how we fuckin' live it And when we act a fool It's probably 'cause we mixed it Yeah I'm always on that okey dokey Them white boys know the deal Ain't no fuckin' phony Big O know the deal He the one who showed me Watch me ride this fucking beat Like he fuckin' told me "Is that your girl, what's her fucking story?" "She kinda bad but she ride it like a fucking pony" I cut down on her man, be her fuckin' story Yeah I'm talking 'bout you man, get to know me Ain't no offense, though, I promise you If you a real man, dude, you gon' decide the truth But I'm a nice dude with some nice dreams And we could turn this to a nightmare: Elm Street La la la la la la la la I'm so gone, so gone Bring out the glass tables Bring the 707 out La la la la la la la la I'm so gone, so gone Bring out the glass tables Bring the 707 out La la la la la la la la I'm so gone, so gone Bring out the glass tables Bring the 707 out La la la la la la la la I'm so gone, so gone Bring out the glass tables Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out
