뮤직 비디오

뮤직 비디오

크레딧

실연 아티스트
The Weeknd
The Weeknd
보컬
Brandon "Bizzy" Hollemon
Brandon "Bizzy" Hollemon
기타
DannyBoyStyles
DannyBoyStyles
모든 악기
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
모든 악기
작곡 및 작사
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
작사가 겸 작곡가
Sébastien Tellier
Sébastien Tellier
작사가 겸 작곡가
Jack Holkeboer
Jack Holkeboer
작사가 겸 작곡가
Danny Schofield
Danny Schofield
작사가 겸 작곡가
Abel "The Weeknd" Tesfaye
Abel "The Weeknd" Tesfaye
작사가 겸 작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
The Weeknd
The Weeknd
공동 프로듀서
Silkky Johnson
Silkky Johnson
프로듀서
DannyBoyStyles
DannyBoyStyles
녹음 엔지니어
Geoff Swan
Geoff Swan
어시스턴트 믹싱 엔지니어
Matty Green
Matty Green
어시스턴트 믹싱 엔지니어
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
녹음 엔지니어
Goggs
Goggs
추가 엔지니어
Mark "Spike" Stent
Mark "Spike" Stent
믹싱 엔지니어

가사

[Verse 1]
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
Balling ain't an issue for me
I'll make a hundred stacks right back next week
And do it all again
I'm faded off the wrong thing, the wrong thing
[Verse 2]
And I'll admit it, 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 enjoyed the show
'Cause if you're back here only taking pictures
You gon' have to take your ass home
[PreChorus]
'Cause the only thing you're taking is your clothes off
Go ahead, girl, strip it down, close your mouth
I just wanna hear your body talk
[Chorus]
Oh (Oh, nothings's gonna change my love for you —things's gonna change my love for you)
Oh, girl
Don't hold back (No one can tell)
Let it out (Nothings's gonna change my love for you —things's gonna change my love for you)
Oh, girl
Don't hold back (No one can tell, damned if I—)
Let it out (Nothings's gonna change my love for you —things's gonna change my love for you)
Don't hold back (No one can tell, damned if I—)
Let it out (Nothings's gonna change my love for you —things's gonna change my love for you)
Don't hold back (No one can tell, damned if I—)
[Verse 3]
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 N.Y.C.
Gotta fly back East where the city don't sleep, oh oh, I
[Verse 4]
I'm tryna finish all this potion, yeah
Baby, take your time
I'm tryna sip it till the morning
And if you're still up
I'm tryna fuck you in the morning
Said I'm two days strong
And never sleep until it's morning, until the morning
[PreChorus]
'Cause the only thing you're taking is your clothes off, baby
Go ahead, girl, strip it down, close your mouth
I just wanna hear your body talk, whoa-oh
[Chorus]
Ooh, yeah, don't hold back, let it out
Ooh, girl, don't hold back, let it out
Whoa, whoa, don't hold back, let it out
Mmm, yeah, don't hold back
[Verse 5]
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 staring at the same four walls for 21 years
To seeing the whole world in just twelve months
Been gone for so long, I might've just found God
[Verse 6]
Well, probably not if I keep my habits up and
Probably not if I can't keep up with love and
And I can't stand talking to brand new girls
Only bitches down to fuck when you shower them with ones and
Probably not if my **** round 'em up and
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
[Verse 7]
My doctor told me to stop
And he gave me something to pop
And I mix it up with some Adderalls 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
Gimme all of that smoke
Last week was my rough week
I'm still dripping down from my nose
[Verse 8]
And I don't know how to drive
I make my driver get high
But if he goes under that 110, believe my driver getting fired
And I don't got any friends
I got XO in my blood work
And I'm posted up down in Florida
Fort Lauderdale to the M.I.A.
Sip cold drinks with Grand Marnier
To the break of dawn
Kahlua milk
White Russian when the sun hits
White Russians with tongue tricks
[Verse 9]
I like the feel of your tongue rings
She like the way my whole tongue flip
She grind hard for tuition
She grind hard till her teeth chip
I make it harder with gold grills
I make her suck it with gold grills
In the backroom of the VIP
She don't ever sleep
[Outro]
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, and you tried
You tried, you tried, and you tried
You tried, you tried, and 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, and you tried
You tried, you tried, and you tried
You tried, you tried, and you tried
You tried, oh
Written by: Abel Tesfaye, Danny Schofield, Jack Holkeboer, Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville, Sébastien Tellier
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