Listen to King Of The Fall by The Weeknd

King Of The Fall

The Weeknd

R&B/Soul

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Weeknd
The Weeknd
Vocals
QUENNEVILLE JASON
QUENNEVILLE JASON
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Abel Tesfaye
Abel Tesfaye
Songwriter
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Songwriter
Brandon "Bizzy" Hollemon
Brandon "Bizzy" Hollemon
Composer
QUENNEVILLE JASON
QUENNEVILLE JASON
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Weeknd
The Weeknd
Producer
Jean-Marie Horvat
Jean-Marie Horvat
Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
QUENNEVILLE JASON
QUENNEVILLE JASON
Producer

Lyrics

I'm Addy'd up, add it up, I just ate a plate for breakfast Put it in a cup, then I mix it up with Texas Chest feeling heavy like a midget on my necklace Bitches that we came with got all of your bitches jealous (oh!) 'Bout to leave the crib with a couple of my pirates Driving by the streets we used to walk through like a triumph Mix it in a potion like a science That liquid G diet got a nigga so quiet 'Cause the shit so strong, got me feeling like I'm dyin' Shit so raw, nothing else can get me higher Only time you see me's when I'm balling with my niggas 'Cause my life too private, my ride too private (oh!) My flight too private, my shows so riot My jaw so tired, I go all night in my city 'til the fall Then it's time for me to fly her I got a girl at home even though she ain't mine yet And she gon' give it up 'cause she know I might like it She gon' give it up 'cause she know I might like it She gon' give it up 'cause she know I might like it She gon' give it up 'cause she know I might like it Baby girl, you know what I like Baby, you know just what I like Baby, you know what I like, like, like, like, like Don't be mad, let her get hers Don't be mad, let her get hers She made her own luck, she don't give a fuck She's tryna have fun, take a break from the love Man, your girl so bad, let me get her Your girl so bad, let me get her I make my own luck, I make that pussy talk On call 'til the fall, he can like it or not, nigga, back the fuck up If you ain't with me, motherfucker, you against me If you ain't complimentin' nigga, you offendin' I've been out here last year wasting hella time XO is the only time invested Them Fall shows every year like a birthday And I'ma do it every year in my birthplace And I ain't been this gone since Thursday I never said that I'd be sober in the first place And she gon' give it up 'cause she know I might like it She gon' give it up 'cause she know I might like it She gon' give it up 'cause she know I might like it She gon' give it up 'cause she know I might like it Baby girl, you know what I like Baby, you know just what I like Baby, you know what I like, like, like, like, like Baby girl, you know what I like Baby, you know just what I like, mm I just passed that liquor fell off stage Just sold out the O2 at my own pace I can say that I'm attached to nobody I've been getting paper while these niggas tryna stop me Shout my nigga Doc, that's a mentor Had some bad business, nothing personal But now that word out that we back On some young Quincy Jones, dark skin Michael Jackson And these the motherfuckers that they packaged Their new shit all be soundin' like my past shit Bring your girl to my show, give her floor seats Then she go downtown like she owe me XO, XO, XO Mix it up, pour it up, take it down slow This my sound, nigga, fuck your sound Did it from the ground, ask around, bitch When I touch down, I'ma shake shit up Fuck your new man, I'ma break it up He can come back when I go on the road But that pussy mine for the next three months 'Cause the kid back, kid back, kid back Cop ten whips for my niggas when we land Queen Street nigga making money overseas Had a few more debts, I'ma pay it all in cash Shout out XO, shout out to the boy Broke bread on tour, man, it's all love now Shout my nigga Stix, doing good in these streets Bet he popping more bottles than us right now Reason why they stressing, city never sunny When the kid come through with more niggas than Apollo But ain't shit funny, can't nobody stop me All my hoes are trained, I make all of them swallow All of them swallow, all of them swallow All of them swallow, I make all of them swallow All of them swallow, all of them swallow All of them swallow, I make all of them swallow All of them swallow, all of them swallow All of them swallow, I make all of them swallow All of, all of, all of them swallow All of them swallow, I make all of them swallow
Writer(s): Mike Dean, Abel Tesfaye, Brandon Hollemon, Jason Quenneville Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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