(Verse 1 – The Weeknd)
Everybody round me saying I should relax cause
I’ve been going hard till my eyes roll back but
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 ni**a talk back but
Imma let it slide cause my ni**a’s too violent
Shoutout 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 motherf**king soundtrack
Then I play it back on the 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 s**t’s too strong

(Chorus – The Weeknd)
The night’s too long
I took too much and I’ve gone too far
And I might 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
I might not make it
This time I might not make it
I might not

(Verse 2 – Belly)
Bi**he’s 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 ni**a’s from the four-one to pacific coast
We no longer put no fish scale on the fishing boat
Listen ho, I know all you b***hes want is liquor, smoke
Liquor, smoke
I know all you bi**he’s want is d**k and dough…D**k and dough
Told her, you don’t gotta make it difficult
Baby, sit calm, we don’t need another episode
Hippy bi**he’s sending me titty pictures
She told me no religion was the new religion
She said she don’t believe in God but her shoes Christian
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
Why the f**k you call it purp when you mix it pink?
You know I f**king mix the drinks when the s**t’s too strong

(Repeat Chorus – The Weeknd)