[Intro: Travis Scott]
Yeah
Uh, paranoia in my veins, hope this pill take it away
Got a model on my lap, got a demon on delay
Say my name too loud, get erased
(Woo)
Still sin in a Saint Laurent face, it’s lit
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[Hook: Weeknd]
She said heaven’s overrated, I said baby so am I
Told her fuck me like I’m dying, while I’m staring at the sky
I got angels on my necklace, devil dancing in my ride
I’ve been rich but dead inside, baby hold me while I slide
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[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
I keep my wrist like a freezer, my mind like a warzone
I fucked that bitch off tequila, then curved her like ozone
My car look like future tech, my soul look like no home
I came up on codeine dreams, now I talk to ghosts on my phone
(Straight up)
Pop another capsule, time bendin’, feel like Thanos
Shawty in my passenger, twisted like a candle
They say “Jake wildin’,” bitch, I made a mansion outta shambles
My regrets wear makeup, my success got scandals
Yeah, I’m paranoid but paid
One hand on her throat, one hand in the Wraith
I can’t even blink without seein’ my grave
So I keep gettin’ high like I’m hidin’ from fate
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[Bridge: Swae]
(Hit it, yeah)
Told her bring her best friend and her best sin
Poppin’ seals on feelin’s, I got no sense
Off the shrooms, off the vibes, off the defense
Shorty bounce like checks, but she heaven-sent
Ooh yeah, got a halo in her purse
She gon’ ride me in reverse
She get off, I’m still on Earth
Feelin’ cursed, yeah, still I’m first
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[Verse 2: Swae]
Money long like my dreadlocks
She wanna fuck me with the wristwatch
Told her baby, I don’t do small talk
But I do drugs that make the pain stop
Tat my name on your soul, not your skin
I ain’t normal, baby, I was born in sin
Got the Phantom floatin’ like it’s heaven sent
But I’m ridin’ through hell with a devilish grin, yuh
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[Hook: Weeknd & Travis Scott]
She said heaven’s overrated, I said baby so am I
Told her fuck me like I’m dying, while I’m staring at the sky (Straight up)
I got angels on my necklace, devil dancing in my ride
I’ve been rich but dead inside, baby hold me while I slide (Yeah, yeah)
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[Verse 3: Weeknd]
Fuck the rules, I rewrite scriptures
Pop two tabs, see my own pictures
Fucked her throat, now she talk in whispers
Penthouse view, but my soul’s in winter
Yeah, I bleed in designer
Rolls pull up like a hearse, I recline her
I don’t feel love, I just time her
She addicted to the pain, I supply her
And I’m way too gone, I don’t feel your touch
Got my heart in cuffs, but my wrist still bust
I be prayin’ to the drugs ‘cause I don’t trust God
And she moan my name like I’m all she got
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[Outro: Travis Scott & Weeknd]
(Let it ride)
Pop one, pop two, now I’m floatin’
Sex, sin, silence, emotion
I die every night in the open
Just to rise in the dark like I’m chosen
“You a ghost,” she said, “but I want
