The Weeknd - Tell Your Friends

We are not the same, I am too recklessI'm not tryna go in that directionThese ****, they been doin' too much flexin'And they about to call the wrong attentionAnd I don't got no patience, no more testin'I do shit how I want, don't need no blessin'XO **** ain't nothin' to mess withNobody stoppin' us, oh, no, we destinedAnd everybody 'round you is so basicI'm never rockin' white, I'm like a racistI don't drink my liquor with a chase inThat money is the only thing I'm chasin'And some dope dimes on some coke linesGive me head all night, cum four timesBaby girl just wanna smoke a poundDo an ounce, get some dick, tell her friends about itGo tell your friends about it, about itGo tell your friends about it, about itGo tell 'em what you knowWhat you've seen, how I rollHow I get it on the lowGo tell your friends about it, about itGo tell your friends about itI'm that **** with the hairSingin' 'bout poppin' pillsFuckin' bitches, livin' life so trillLast year, I did all the politickin'This year, I'ma focus on the visionI think these hoes deserve another fixin'I'm talkin' 'bout the ones from the beginnin'Don't believe the rumors, bitch, I'm still a userI'm still rockin' camo and still roll with shootersI'm a villain in my cityI just made another killin', I'ma spend it all on bitchesAnd everybody fuckin', everybody fuckin'Pussy on the house, everybody fuckin'Man, I miss my city, man, it's been a minuteMIA a habit, Cali was the missionCruise through the West End with my new BenzI'm just tryna live life through a new lensDrivin' by the streets I used to walk throughWhen I had no crib, I guess you call that shit a miracleGo tell your friends about it, about itGo tell your friends about it, about itGo tell 'em what you knowWhat you've seen, how I rollHow I get it on the lowGo tell your friends about it, about itGo tell your friends about itI'm that **** with the hairSingin' 'bout poppin' pillsFuckin' bitches, livin' life so trillMy cousin said I made it big and it's unusualShe tried to take a selfie at my grandma's funeralUsed to roam on Queen, now I sing Queen Street anthemsUsed to hate attention, now I pull up in that wagonAnd I was broken, I was broken, I was so brokeI used to roam around the town when I was homelessMe and Lamar would rob a **** for his JordansAnd flip it just to get these hoes another nose fixNow, we get faded when we want, girl, we got choicesLay them on the fuckin' table, we got choicesAnd if they wanna fuck my ****, they got choicesThey told me not to fall in love, that shit is pointlessYeah, that shit is pointlessThey told me not to fall in love, that shit is pointlessYeah, that shit is pointlessThey told me not to fall in love, that shit is pointlessGo tell your friends about it, about itGo tell your friends about it, about itGo tell 'em what you knowWhat you've seen, how I rollHow I get it on the lowGo tell your friends about itGo tell your friends about itI'm the **** with the hairSingin' 'bout poppin' pillsFuckin' bitches, livin' life so trillLife so trillLife so trillLife so trillLife so trill