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The Weeknd, Future - Enjoy The Show (Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Weeknd
The Weeknd
Vocals
Future
Future
Vocals
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Synthesizer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Songwriter
Abel Tesfaye
Abel Tesfaye
Songwriter
Lydia Kitto
Lydia Kitto
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Joshua Lloyd
Joshua Lloyd
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Weeknd
The Weeknd
Producer
Just Da 1
Just Da 1
Co-Producer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Tommy Rush
Tommy Rush
Assistant Mixing Engineer
CHE' FUEGO 3000
CHE' FUEGO 3000
Additional Producer
Sage Skolfield
Sage Skolfield
Mixing Engineer
Eric Manco
Eric Manco
Vocal Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I need you 'Cause, baby, I need you (Ooh) I need you 'Cause, baby, I need you Woo (Ooh) Feels like you're apart of me Yeah, and I cannot, you still get to me Oh no, I'm in my feelings, fuck their logic They can never tear us 'part, we symbiotic No matter what I told the world, we always locked in So I gently tilt my head like my mama always said And drink it slow, take it slow I don't got the tolerance like before You pick me up when I'm low I'm not bonded to my body anymore But I'm not scared, overdose No one thought I'd make it past twenty-four And when the curtains call, I hopе you mourn And if you don't, I hope you enjoyed thе fuckin' show Let me know, let me know, baby Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah) Let me be Let me be Yeah, ski (Woo) Woo I can't feel my face anymore I don't wanna give you any space anymore I don't wanna feel like I'm alone anymore I can't live without you, I've been goin' through withdrawals You're my favorite drug, you're my favorite drug (Ah) Got me in my feelings, back drinkin' mud Got me in my feelings, back drinkin' mud Don't want the drugs, don't want the drugs anymore Got out my feelings, inside my duffel Come hit the desk with the devil (Oh no) I'm sayin' a prayer for the rebels I'm in her mouth like a real one Ain't do no cappin' and without the cappin' It ain't like these rap niggas I done been around the globe Fuckin' these hoes, still act like a trap nigga Plus, a bitch brain can't be unchained, I'm like a shootin' star Take a bump of caviar, surfin' at the baddest broad Real diamond shinin' dark Bad bitches, knockin' 'em off Bad bitches, knockin' 'em off Bad bitches, knockin' 'em off I'm in my feelings, Hendrix Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, ski Ah, woo Let me be Let me, it be Like a middle-age trap spot the way I'm parkin', tweakin' 3 a.m. sunset, fried like a phoenix Got a nigga nose, sniffin', need a box of Kleenex Blow it in my face 'cause the chemicals releasin' Guess I could be healthy, but I'm tryna find a reason Traumas in my life, I've been hesitant to healin' Take another hit of my music, they won't feel it I just wanna die when I'm at my fuckin' peak And drink it slow, gon' drink it slow I don't want the tolerance anymore Wanna stay up, fuck the floor Feel the violence, we've been up, that's for sure And I'm ready, fuck it, overdose I don't wanna make it past thirty-four And when the curtains call, I hope you mourn But if you don't, I hope you enjoyed the fuckin' show Let me know, let me know, baby
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Abel Tesfaye, Mike Dean, Robert John Richardson, Lydia Kitto, Joshua Lloyd Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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