Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Weeknd
Performer
Brandon "Bizzy" Hollemon
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Songwriter
Sébastien Tellier
Songwriter
Abel Tesfaye
Songwriter
Jack Holkeboer
Songwriter
Danny Schofield
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Weeknd
Co-Producer
Silkky Johnson
Producer
DannyBoyStyles
Recording Engineer
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Recording Engineer
Gogg's
Engineer
Mark "Spike" Stent
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
When I got on stage, she swore I was six feet tall
But when she put it, she can't seem to reach my
Balling ain't an issue for me
I'll make a hundred stacks right back next week
And do it all again
I'm faded off the wrong thing, the wrong thing
And I'll admit, baby
I'm a little camera shy
But exceptions can be made, baby
'Cause you're too damn fly
For what it's worth, I hope you enjoy the show
'Cause if you're back here only taking pictures
You gon' have to take your **** home
[Verse 2]
'Cause the only thing you're taking is your clothes off
Go 'head, girl, strip it down, close your mouth
I just wanna hear your body talk, oh
[Verse 3]
Nothing is gonna change my love for you
Nothing is gonna change my love for you
Oh girl, don't hold back, let it out
Nothing is gonna change my love for you
Nothing is gonna change my love for you
Oh girl, don't hold back, let it out
Nothing is gonna change my love for you
Nothing is gonna change my love for you
Don't hold back, let it out
Nothing is gonna change my love for you
Nothing is gonna change my love for you
Don't hold back
[Verse 4]
You can meet me in the room where the kisses ain't free
You gotta pay with your body
Not really into kisses leading into nothing
I'm into shows every night if you play your cards right
I might ****, bring your whole crew on tour
**** around, turn you to my West Coast girl
Until they book a show in NYC, gotta fly back east where the city don't sleep
I'm tryna finish all this potion
Baby take your time, I'm tryna sip it until the morning
And if you're still up, I'm tryna **** in the morning
Said I'm two days strong
And never sleep until it's morning, until the morning
[Verse 5]
'Cause the only thing you're taking is your clothes off
Go 'head, girl, strip it down, close your mouth
I just wanna hear your body talk, whoa
[Verse 6]
Nothing is gonna change my love for you
Nothing is gonna change my love for you
Ooh yeah, don't hold back, let it out
Nothing is gonna change my love for you
Nothing is gonna change my love for you
Ooh girl, don't hold back, let it out
Nothing is gonna change my love for you
Nothing is gonna change my love for you
Whoa, don't hold back, let it out
Nothing is gonna change my love for you
Nothing is gonna change my love for you
Ooh yeah, don't hold back
[Verse 7]
I got a brand new place, I think I've seen it twice all year
I can't remember how it looks inside
So you can picture how my life's been
I went from staring at the same four walls for 21 years
To seeing the whole world in just twelve months
Been gone for so long, I might have just found God
Well, probably not, if I keep my habits up
And probably not if I can't keep up with loving
And I can't stand talking to brand new girls
Only **** to **** when you shower them with ones
And probably not if my ****, round them up
And probably not if we take 'em to my spot
And probably not if I tweak all day just to sleep at night
Damn, I'm ****
[Verse 8]
My doctor told me to stop and he gave me something to pop
And I mixed it up with some Adderalls and wait to get to the top
And I mix it up with some alcohol and I pour it up in a shot
I don't care 'bout you, why you worried 'bout me?
All I want is that smoke, give me all of that smoke
Last week was my rough week, I'm still dripping from my nose
And I don't know how to drive, I make my driver get ****
But if he goes under tha 110, believe my driver gets fired
And I don't got any friends, I got XO in my bloodwork
And I'm posted up down in Florida, Ft. Lauderdale to that MIA
Sip cold drinks with Grand Marnier to the break of down, Kailua milk
White Russian when the sun hits, white Russians with tongue tricks
I like the feeling of tongue rings, she like the way my whole tongue flip
She grind hard for tuition, she grind hard till her teeth chip
I make her hide it with gold grills, I make her **** it with gold grills
In the backroom of the VIP, she don't ever sleep
[Verse 9]
This ain't nothing to relate to, this ain't nothing to relate to
And this ain't nothing to relate to and this ain't nothing to relate to
Even if you tried, you tried, you tried
And you tried, you tried, you tried
And you tried, you tried, you tried
And you tried, you tried
This ain't nothing to relate to, this ain't nothing to relate to
And this ain't nothing to relate to and this ain't nothing to relate to
Even if you tried, you tried, you tried
And you tried, you tried, you tried
And you tried, you tried, you tried
And you tried, you tried, whoa yeah
Written by: Abel Tesfaye, Danny Schofield, Jack Holkeboer, Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville, Sébastien Tellier