(Chorus – The Weeknd)
Oh, no praying for love
Oh, say loud
Just ask the lonely, oh
Just ask the lonely, oh
(Verse 1 – Travi$ Scott)
Pray for who lost they fate, and died too young
Pray for the ones I hate, the ones I love
Pray for my liver when I’m off, in this club
I pray that the, demons go away, they haunting us
Man I can’t take no more of this lifestyle we been living
Man I can’t take no more of the white powers in position
Gotta grab J-Will, gotta scoop up J-Rich
Told Chase we ain’t going back, you know, we gotta hitch
I mean I’m, aggravated, agitated, I admit
Intoxicated, animated, got me feeling kinda lit
Contemplating fornicating, might as well f**k up some s**t
They looking at me way too crazy, got me feeling communist
But I’m just trying to save the throne, pray for Bones, pray for Stix
If my album never sell, then we gong hit that lick
Tell Lamar, call up Cash, tell him buzz me at the Ritz
It’s the weekend, we off the deep end, you need to pray for us
(Repeat Chorus)
(Bridge – Travi$ Scott)
Pills
Have you ever been through life’s
Challenges? Promises?
Get down here, I’m praying
(Verse 2 – Travi$ Scott & The Weeknd)
Let me tell the lost tale about Jacques
Let me tell you how I turned Scott
How I went down on the block
Waterfall around ten o’clock
And how we came up getting all the knots, dodging cops, yeah
Fore a ni**a had the locks
Fore a ni**a had the chain, fore I had the bops
Always kept my city on me like it was a swatch
Every time we in the party, took it up a notch
Now I’m thinking gbout this new girl, and she doing pop ohhh
Wanna know my d**k longer than a Pringle box
Don’t pray for love
Tired of seeing these black kids on the face of FOX ohhh
And f**k CNN, they don’t wanna see us win, Said I
Mama don’t you worry no, no more, worry no, no more
I’ma take you from the first to the ninetieth floor
You always told me what I plant, that s**t gotta grow
And anything I detonate, that sh*t gotta blow
Pray for love
(Bridge – The Weeknd & Travi$ Scott)
No, oh
We don’t pray for love, no more
We don’t wanna see you on the cover of a carton, no more
We don’t wanna see you on the news, no more
All alone
(Verse 3 – The Weeknd)
Underrated is an understatement
They trying to test greatness, a ni**a tryna get paid
These ni**as fiends watching all of my moves
Cause the music like crack, got me cooking all day
I’m right here, you know where I stay
And if you don’t, then ask your girl, she probably know the way
She like my show lights, she want to be wife
She know that if she got me that she gon be good for life
So I pull out fore the climax
Faster than a hi hat, sorry baby, I don’t play
And if I did, you know my kids would be balling
And my daughter gon never meet a ni**a like me
My ni**as pull up in that Rolls Royce
Like they sell that coke boy, shout out to the Coke Boys
They never pray for us, nobody pray for us
Nobody pray, no, no, no, no, no
(Repeat Chorus)
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