Artist: The Weeknd
Album:  King of the Fall (S)
Song:   King of the Fall
Typed by: Cedmaster3K

[The Weeknd]
I'm addied up, added up, I just ate a plate for breakfast
Put it in a cup then I mix it up with Texas
Chest feelin' heavy like a midget on my necklace
Bitches that we came with got all of your bitches jealous (oww!)
'Bout to leave the crib with a couple of my pirates
Drivin' by the streets we used to walk through like a triumph
Mix it with a potion like a science
That liquid G diet got a nigga so quiet
Cause the shit so strong, got me feelin' like I'm dyin'
The shit so raw, nothin' else can get me higher
Only time you see me's when I'm ballin' with my niggas
Cause my life too private, my ride too private (oww!)
My flight too private, my shows so riot
My jaw so tired, I go all night
in my city to the fall then it's time for me to fly her
I got a girl at home even though she ain't mine yet

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
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 {*3X*}
Baby girl, you know what I like
Baby, you know just what I like
Baby, you kno-o-ow what I like, like, like, like, like

[The Weeknd]
Don't be mad, let her get hers
Don't be mad, let her get hers
She make her own luck, she don't give a fuck
She tryin' to 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 to 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 been out here last year wastin' 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

[Chorus]

[The Weeknd]
Baby girl, you know what I like...
Baby, you know just what I like, ohhh

I just passed that "nigga fell off" stage
Just sold out the O2 at my own pace
I can say that I'm attached to nobody
I been gettin' paper while these niggas tryna stop me
Shout my nigga Doc, that's a mentor
Had some bad bid'ness, nothin' personal
But now the 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 is 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 makin' 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 doin' good in these streets
Bet he poppin' more bottles than us right now
Reason why they stressin', 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