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Kiss Land
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Weeknd
The Weeknd
Vocals
Brandon "Bizzy" Hollemon
Brandon "Bizzy" Hollemon
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sébastien Tellier
Sébastien Tellier
Songwriter
Abel Tesfaye
Abel Tesfaye
Songwriter
Jack Holkeboer
Jack Holkeboer
Songwriter
Danny Schofield
Danny Schofield
Songwriter
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Weeknd
The Weeknd
Producer
Silkky Johnson
Silkky Johnson
Producer
DannyBoyStyles
DannyBoyStyles
Recording Engineer
Gogg's
Gogg's
Engineer
Geoff Swan
Geoff Swan
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Matty Green
Matty Green
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Daheala
Daheala
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

When I got on stage, she swore I was six feet tall But when she put it in her mouth She can't seem to reach my Ballin' ain't an issue for me I'll make a hundred stacks right back next week 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 takin' pictures You gon' have to take your ass home 'Cause the only thing you're takin' is your clothes off Go 'head, girl, strip it down, close your mouth I just wanna hear your body talk (Nothing is going to change my love for you) (Nothing is going to change my love for you) Oh girl, don't hold back, let it out (Nothing is going to change my love for you) (Nothing is going to change my love for you) Oh girl, don't hold back, let it out (Nothing is going to change my love for you) (Nothing is going to change my love for you) Don't hold back, let it out (Nothing is going to change my love for you) (Nothing is going to change my love for you) Don't hold back 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 fuck around, bring your whole crew on tour Fuck 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 Woah, I'm tryna finish all this potion Baby, take your time, tryna sip it 'til the mornin' And if you're still up, I'm tryna fuck you in the mornin' Said I'm two days strong And never sleep until it's mornin', until the mornin' 'Cause the only thing you're takin' is your clothes off Go 'head, girl, strip it down, close your mouth I just wanna hear your body talk (Nothing is going to change my love for you) (Nothing is going to change my love for you) Oh yeah, don't hold back, let it out (Nothing is going to change my love for you) (Nothing is going to change my love for you) Oh girl, don't hold back, let it out (Nothing is going to change my love for you) (Nothing is going to change my love for you) Don't hold back, let it out (Nothing is going to change my love for you) (Nothing is going to change my love for you) Oh yeah, don't hold back 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 starin' at the same four walls for 21 years To seein' the whole world in just 12 months Been gone for so long I might have just found God Well, probably not, if I keep my habits up Probably not if I can't keep up with lovin' And I can't stand talkin' to brand new girls Only bitches down to fuck when you shower them with ones Probably not if my niggas round them up Probably not if we take 'em to my spot Probably not if I tweak all day just to sleep at night Goddamn, I'm high My doctor told me to stop And he gave me somethin' to pop And I mix it up with some Adderall's And I 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 about 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 drippin' down from my nose And I don't know how to drive, I make my driver get high But If he goes under that 110, believe my driver get 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 Cold drinks with Grand Marnier To the break of dawn, Kahlua 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 'til her teeth chip I make her hide it with gold grills I make her suck it with gold grills In the back room of the VIP, she don't ever sleep This ain't nothing to relate to This ain't nothing to relate to This ain't nothing to relate to This ain't nothing to relate to Even if you tried, you tried, you tried You tried, you tried, you tried You tried, you tried, you tried You tried, you tried, you tried This ain't nothing to relate to This ain't nothing to relate to This ain't nothing to relate to This ain't nothing to relate to Even if you tried, you tried, you tried You tried, you tried, you tried You tried, you tried, you tried You tried, you tried, you tried
Writer(s): Danny Schofield, Sebastien Tellier, Abel Tesfaye, Jason Quenneville, Jack Allen Holkeboer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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