Listen to Same Old Song (feat. Juicy J) by The Weeknd

Same Old Song (feat. Juicy J)

The Weeknd

R&B/Soul

Music Video

The Weeknd - Same Old Song (feat. Juicy J) [Trilogy]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Juicy J
Juicy J
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Abel Tesfaye
Abel Tesfaye
Songwriter
Carlo "Illangelo" Montagnese
Carlo "Illangelo" Montagnese
Songwriter
Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Weeknd
The Weeknd
Producer
Illangelo
Illangelo
Producer

Lyrics

Where were you when I needed you eight months ago? All your girlfriends talkin' 'bout me, now you ringin' up my phone I bet you miss me now, baby, I bet you'd kiss me now, baby Especially since you know that this ain't nothin' and I only just begun You never thought that I would ever go this far You said potential couldn't ever last this long Well, baby, I've been alone for almost all my life What makes you think that you can ever do me right? You're the same old song You're the same old song You're the same old song You're the same old song The same old song And now I'm poppin', yeah Ain't nobody showed me how I made it big poppin', yeah Tell me how you like me now I swear I loved you, girl, ooh And you probably went and fucked the world Well, you can take another shot every time you hear me playin' in the club You never thought that I would ever go this far (Ooh-ooh, never thought I'd go this far, oh yeah) You said that potential couldn't ever last this long (Never thought it could last so long) Well, baby, I've been alone for almost all my life (I've been alone for most of my life) What makes you think that you can ever do me right? (Ooh, yeah) You're the same old song You're the same old song You're the same old song You're the same old song The same old song Ooh, oh yeah Ooh, oh yeah Listen to that shit, man The Weeknd music make the ladies panties get wet (Ooh) Jam that shit, my nigga (Oh yeah) I'm high as a motherfucker I don't give a shit (Ooh) I'm going to the strip club I'm throwing thirty thousand dollars, nigga, thirty thousand (Oh yeah) Fuck that shit Spend that shit nigga, it's Christmas Shut the fuck up We trippy, mane
Writer(s): Abel Tesfaye, Carlo Montagnese, Jordan Michael Houston Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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