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Doubt

The Cure

...Happily Ever After

1981

A hidden rage consumes my heart 
Fueled by years of wasted time 
I close my eyes 
And tense myself 
And screaming 
Throw myself in fury over the edge

consider the latter
Never a thought to reconsider
What actually matters
So now we find The King
In a drunken scene
Gathered by servants, soldiers, and his

the realest
Hunt and trap all night with all of my niggas
How would you figure, we get figures?
I'm inspired by everything that
You don't see real Niggas do

don they gon get real pissed ? 

Those my brothers for life dough 
Everyone knows that by now dough 
Even dough sometimes we loose our shit, yah 
We get

Come and show me that you miss me
Lover girl
Goin crazy right now
Keep  on thinkin that we shoulda had baby by now 
Know  you gotta hit me up when you

after me 

Whipping in the Tesla yeah you know it's a model X
Call me The Weeknd yeah I'm about to have a model ex
Elon is my brother now we finna hit up

Swear every scar making me bolder
I'm hot and cold
I don't know I'm bipolar
Got Blu right by my side
(bloodhound)
He ain't a from hell
But he acts like

Okay
Back and forth working on the weekend
Tryna jump up in game like I'm leaping
Keeping life high key like The Weeknd
I aint bout the beef like I'm

and the squirt from the store
She come back wit that and bags of the dough
Now bitch imma ball, bitch imma ball
Life like the weeknd, king of the fall
Fuck

Swear every scar making me bolder
I’m hot and cold
I don’t know I’m bipolar
Got Blu right by my side
(Bloodhound)
He ain’t a from hell
But he acts like

love like she play in Cleveland
And I’m what a bitch needs homie I’m The Weeknd, aye
I be right back at it, it’s the come up
I be right back at it, it’s

a Starboy but I’m not The Weeknd though
I bought her red bottoms but she can’t really fucking feel her toes
She my weekend hoe
I need you on weekdays though

they're punches
Listening to The Weeknd that's why there's focus on the chorus
I was listening to Mac so it can get psychedelic
I don't smoke but if it's in

ain't wrinkled (Mmm)
Is it the Weeknd cuz I'm Blinded by the Lights
My mind is racing like it's Talladega Nights
Ricky Bobby- is my real father
And I know

The Weeknd
I ain't playing Death Stranding on easy
Charlotte tryna seduce me, no Ouija
Gave that bitch a fake number, no freebies
I ain't breaking off nothing,

cousin
These bird bitches always come by the dozen
If it ain't money then what we discussing?
They say paid but these niggas be bluffing
All of this

is break
And all mistakes return to me yeah

Yeah im feeling like a nascar
Rockin like a popstar
Weeknd is my hoster
Travis is my batman 
Rocket man

Only xanax get me sleeping
Sell a thousand pills on the weekend
Oh its thursday I'm the weeknd
XO trip with more bows
I'll be 5 up when the week ends

try to live your life, they try to say it's sedition
Add it up like it's addition (Basic math)
Getting by with a keyboard with twelve keys
To move

"Calm down, you're a little too extra"

Hungover
I lost count of how the days go by
It's all relative and we're drunk again
And I can't remember

feel that you're the realest, I'm in disbelief
ReddWolf, I'm a realist, I talk to people
Sayin if you live by the pistol, that khoppa gone hit you
Mane,

ever botch the move
I step out I'm making em look
I got em like fish by a hook 
They never have me feeling shook 
Finna win off the risk that took 
I

to the max no one will care when I pass
Gotta do what makes you happy till the breath that is your last
Yes I been about the trap I been risen by the trap
So

I keep that to myself, I ain't sharing with these niggas
If I lost her to you lames, yall getting a moving picture
That's clips on clips, frame by