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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Belly
Belly
Vocals
The Weeknd
The Weeknd
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ben Diehl
Ben Diehl
Songwriter
Ahmad Balshe
Ahmad Balshe
Songwriter
Abel Makkonen Tesfaye
Abel Makkonen Tesfaye
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ben Billions
Ben Billions
Producer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Illangelo
Illangelo
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Everybody 'round me sayin' I should relax, 'cause
I've been goin' hard till 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 **** talk back, but
I'ma let it slide 'cause my **** 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]
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, 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]
Bitches 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 **** from the 401 to Pacific Coast
We no longer put no fish scale on the fishing boat
Listen ho, I know all you bitches want is liquor, smoke (L-Liquor, smoke)
I know all you bitches want is dick and dough (D-dick and 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
She said she don't believe in God, but her shoes Christian
I heard she servin' everybody like the soup kitchen
Gettin' hoes higher, gettin' hoes higher
She got work in the mornin', I'm gettin' hoes fired
Why the fuck you call it purp when you mix it pink?
You know I fuckin' mix the drinks when the shit's too strong
[Chorus]
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, 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
[Outro]
'Cause I've been faded, Lord, and I've been grinding
I might not make it, oh, no, I might not make it
'Cause I've been smokin', Lord, and I've been drinking
I might not make it, oh, no, I might not make it
'Cause I've been poppin', Lord, and I've been wasted
I might not make it, oh, no, I might not make it
'Cause I've been faded, Lord, and I've been drinking
I might not make it, oh, no, I might not make it
Written by: Abel Tesfaye, Ahmad Balshe, Ben Diehl
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