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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Weeknd
The Weeknd
Vocals
Martin McKinney
Martin McKinney
All Instruments
Illangelo
Illangelo
All Instruments
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Abel Tesfaye
Abel Tesfaye
Songwriter
Carlo "Illangelo" Montagnese
Carlo "Illangelo" Montagnese
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Weeknd
The Weeknd
Producer
Martin McKinney
Martin McKinney
Producer
Matthew Acton
Matthew Acton
Assistant Recording Engineer
Illangelo
Illangelo
Producer

Lyrics

If, all I could say is if Promise me you won't regret me like the tattoos on my skin Like the wrong kind Promise me you'll all love me one day you'll remember me When you fuck them you'll see my face My body is yours Happy Thursday It seems like pain and regret Are your best friends Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh, yeah 'Cause everything you do leads to them Right, right, right Yeah, but baby, I could be your best friend Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Baby, I could fuck you right Ooh-hoo-ooh Who-oo-oo-aa-ah Baby, you can have it all Ooh, whoah Baby, you can have it all Ooh, yeah Baby, you can have the cars, the clothes The jewels, the sex, the house Baby, you could be a star Oh, yeah Baby, you can have it all Baby, you can have it all Baby, you can have the cars, the clothes The jewels, the sex, the house Baby, you could be a star Wo-ho-aa-ah You're blaming all your sins On your best friends Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh, yeah And nothing's ever ever your fault And nothing's your fault, baby No-oo-oo But baby, you don't need Your best friends Woah, woah, woah, oh-ooh, yeah 'Cause I got everything you want Hoo-ooh, ayy, yeah Baby, you can have it all Ooh, baby Baby, you can have it all Ooh, yeah Baby, you can have the cars, the clothes The jewels, the sex, the house Baby, you could be a star Baby, you could be a star Baby, you can have it all Baby, you can have it all Baby, you can have the cars, the clothes The jewels, the sex, the house Baby, you could be a star Oh, yeah If, all I could say is if Promise me you won't regret me like the tattoos on my skin Let the wrong doing come with me One day I'm hoping that you will remember me When you fuck them you'll see my face My body is yours Give them any other day but Thursday You belong to me every Thursday I'll wait for you I'll be beautiful for you Every Thursday I exist only on Thursday Not on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday But on Thursday, Thursday Not on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday But on Thursday I love the guitars
Writer(s): Martin Daniel Mckinney, Abel Tesfaye, Carlo Montagnese Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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