The Weeknd - Kiss Land Lyrics
[Verse 1]When I got on stage, she swore I was six feet tallBut when she put it in her mouth she can't seem to reach mineBallin' ain't an issue for me, I'll make a hundred stacks right back next weekDo it all again, I'm feeding off the wrong thing, the wrong thingAnd I'll admit baby, I'm a little camera shyBut exceptions can be made baby, cause you're too damn flyFor what it's worth, I hope you enjoy the showCause if you're back here only takin' picturesYou gon' have to take your ass home[Bridge]Cause the only thing you're takin' is your clothes offGo 'head girl, strip it down, close your mouthI just wanna hear your body talk[Hook]Get on top of that thang girlGet on top of that thang girlOh girlDon't hold backGet on top of that thang girlGet on top of that thang girlOh girlDon't hold backLet it outGet on top of that thang girlGet on top of that thang girlDon't hold backLet it outGet on top of that thang girlGet on top of that thang girlDon't hold back[Verse 2]You can meet me in the room where the kisses ain't freeYou gotta pay with your bodyNot really into kisses leading into nothingI'm into shows every night, if you play your cards rightI might ***** around, bring your whole crew on tour***** around, turn you 'to my west coast girlUntil they book a show in NYCGotta fly back east where the city don't sleepWoah, tryna finish all this potionBaby take your time, tryna sip it 'til the mornin'And if you're still hot, I'm tryna ***** you in the mornin'Said I'm two days strong, and never sleep until it's mornin'[Bridge][Hook][Verse 3]I got a brand new place, I think I've seen it twice all yearI can't remember how it looks inside, so you can picture how my life's beenI went from starin' at the same four walls for 21 yearsTo seein' the whole world in just twelve monthsBeen gone for so long I might have just found GodWell probably not, if I keep my habits upProbably not if I can't keep up with lovin'I can't stand talkin' to brand new girlsOnly *****es down to ***** when you shower them with onesProbably not if my niggas round them upProbably not if we take 'em to my spotProbably not if I tweak all day just to sleep at nightGod damn I'm highMy doctor told me to stopAnd he gave me something to popI mix it up with some Adderall's and I wait to get to the topAnd I mix it up with some alcohol and I pour it up in a shotI don't care about you, why you worried 'bout me?All I want is that smoke, give me all of that smokeLast week was my rough week, I'm still drippin' down from my noseAnd I don't know how to drive, I make my driver get highBut If he goes under that 110, believe my driver gettin' firedAnd I don't got any friends, I got XO in my bloodworkAnd I'm posted up down in Florida,Ft. Lauderdale to that MIACold drinks, Grand MarnierTo the break of dawn, Kahlua milkWhite Russian when the sun hits,White Russian with tongue tricksI like the feeling of your tongue ringsShe likes the way my whole tongue flipShe grind hard for tuitionShe grind hard to her teacherI make it harder, with gold grillsI make her suck, with gold grillsIn the back room, In the VIPShe don’t ever leave…[Outro] x2This ain't nothing to relate to (x4)Even if you tried, you tried, you triedYou tried, you tried, you triedYou tried, you tried, you triedYou tried, you tried, you tried
