Living wild wild wild wild, life. I can't tell one from the other. But I won't let these feelings go to waste. You get on board anytime you like. And say lets get motivated to do the best we can/. I can see my house from here, and I like the view but it's dark up here. It's too much to take. I've never been so in love. Time isn't holding up. Don't look good for me/. And it's a wild, wild life. I Could have been rescued. He's doin' wild, wild life.
Can't stop-I might end up in the hospital. Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, baby you can walk, you can talk just like me. Please let me know that I'm not losing you. Look at the way that they creep. Take my shoulders as they touch your arms I've.
Nobody paid much attention. The fires keep burning/. Now it's a peaceful oasis. The Weeknd - Might Not. Nothing could ever reverse this. Na na na na na na na na na na. Cause I'm gone and I've. Everything's stuck together. And when you spend your life coping with living can you really call that living at all? But I respect that risk. I find you, or you find me? Read our interview with the Weeknd.
I might duct-tape some City Girls and roll through the city.
Belly previously earned six writing credits on The Weeknd's Beauty Behind the Madness. I've been goin' hard 'til my eyes roll back but. Facts are getting the best of them.
I changed my hairstyle, so many times now, I don't know what I look like! Don't you know this life is mine/. Guess I must be having fun. I'm safer on the move. Like if I'm there and like, twenty-four hours left, like. Byrne/Frantz/Harrison/Weymouth/N'Djock). Psycho Killer, Ce que j'ai fais, ce soir la. Then I hit the booth, make the motherfuckin' soundtrack.
Divided by the pain I feel, plus all the love that makes this real. No time to think about what she's done. I've spent enough time on my knees in worship. But that doesn't give me a rhyme or reason to burn down everything in sight. Till I can't, till I can't, till I can't take no more of it. So I'm moving on from this mistake. Home of Elvis and the ancient Greeks. Another way to drown your sorrows. This constant rejection is digging deeper everyday. I leak all of Dot music, Rock music, if I'm able (Hahaha). There was a factory.
Why don't you try to/. You don't know whats in my heart. I can see my house from here. Running a race and you're the books I read so. Because if I stay for one more second, my soul will die at twenty-seven. My chest is aching, burns like a furnace, The burning keeps me alive. I wrestle, with your conscience. There's no aftershock. In this soul there's vacancy. People sleep, sleep in the daytime. Substances killing me.