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The Weeknd, Lil Baby, Suzanna Son – False Idols (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Suzanna Son
Suzanna Son
Songwriter
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Songwriter
Abel Tesfaye
Abel Tesfaye
Songwriter
Dominique' Jones
Dominique' Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Weeknd
The Weeknd
Producer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Tommy Rush
Tommy Rush
Engineer
Sage Skolfield
Sage Skolfield
Engineer
Shin Kamiyama
Shin Kamiyama
Engineer

Lyrics

Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Be careful with who you call a God I can't go without my pole and my rod Sipped a cup and then I nod Made a hundred million, must be good at my job I done made it out the land of the brave I can tell you shake my hands that it's fake Free the guys, the ones who never made a statement Slidin' with a Drake, I made it home safe Baseball numbers on all of my contracts Billionaires buddies, they all in my contacts I get you hit on GP, they want nothin' back Made 20 million last month, tryna run it back (watches over like a God, run it back) It goes down, I'm the onе they gon' blame Gotta leavе, where my soul, how I came I know it look lit when I'm rockin' these chains But I went through a lot for this money and fame For this money and fame I did a lot to get here? No comment I put a lot in my ear (both of 'em) The Rari is fast as it gets (hold on) I'm 'bout to take off, bear with me I don't wanna beef with you niggas My beef with the system, big bro at the end of his habeas I talk to him daily, I told him he still comin' home I just hope he don't think I'm just sayin' shit The money keeps comin', the feelin' is great I pay eight-figure taxes, no more section eight I was workin' my wrist tryna see what it take Made a thirty do 60, the feeling's amazing Now I can charge by the hour A 60-minutes set, they pay me a million, that's crazy My diamonds really be diamonds, no shade I'm goin' all in, no stoppin', okay Watches over like a God Makes you hurt again So you can heal and say amen We will change for you We will die for you, ah-huh (yeah-yeah) Be careful who you call a God L.A. filled with fake prophecies They hate it when you get on top Magazines tarnish legacies Can you tell me, how much do they cost? A hundred mill' ain't a stretch for me Packin' stadiums 'cause I'm a star Bots can't buy box seats If you ain't down, you an enemy I got followers that'll kill for me And they linin' up like a DMV With the finest girls that you've ever seen She from California, she's sober lite Diet Coke with the coke diet She ride my face till my stash white She got Chrome Hearts on with the black attire My niggas roll with the chrome and the heavy metal Talkin' guns, no roses, it ain't Coachella I'm a good fella, I'm a good fella Johnny Depp with the blow, I'm a good fella I'm in paradise, I'm in paradise But these false idols got me terrified I'm so terrified, I feel terrified Life is war in the face of God We still walkin' with the cameras off She a femme fatale, she's a superstar Even down to the way that she breakin' hearts She ain't actin', I'm not an actor 'Cause reality's what I'm after Real emotions, I'm tryna capture Suck my soul up like the rapture Don't remember my lines, but I'll cut up these lines Rumors that you heard about me is right Even startin' to believin' all their lies I'm even startin' to believin' all their lies So terrified in this paradise I'm so terrified, oh Watches over like a God (Oh-oh, oh) Makes you hurt again So you can heal and say amen We will change for you (amen) We will die for you, ah-huh Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh He is coming He will find her He will fix her To make us better, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Like a God in the sky watchin' over you Put you heart in his hands and you'll be brand new Like a God Like a, mm Like a God
Writer(s): Abel Tesfaye, Dominique Jones, Mike G. Dean, Suzanna Son Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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