The Weeknd & Future – Enjoy The Show Lyrics

Enjoy The Show

The Weeknd & Future

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"Enjoy The Show." - The Weeknd & Future

Friday, 23 October 2026, 05:46 pm

Album: Hurry Up Tomorrow (Video Album)

Track No: 10

Love me
'Cause baby, I need you (Ooh)
I need you
'Cause baby, I need you
Woo (Ooh)
Feels like you're a part of me, yeah
And I can't lie, you still get to me
Oh no, I'm in my feelings, fuck their logic
They can never tear us 'part, we symbiotic
No matter what I told the world, we always locked in
So I gently tilt my head like my mama always said
And drink it slow, take it slow
I don't got the tolerance like before
You pick me up when I'm low
I'm not violent to my body anymore
But I'm not scared, fuck it, overdose
No one thought I'd make it past twenty-four
And when the curtains call, I hope you mourn
And if you don't, I hope you enjoy the fuckin' show
Let me know, let me know, baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Let me be
Let me be
Yeah, ski, woo (Woo)
I can't feel my face anymore
I don't wanna give you any space anymore
I don't wanna feel like I'm alone anymore
I can't live without you, I've been goin' through withdrawals
You're my favorite drug, you're my favorite drug (Ah)
Got me in my feelings, back drinkin' mud
Got me in my feelings, back drinkin' mud
Don't want the drugs, don't want the drugs anymore
Got out my feelings, inside my duffel
Come hit the dust with the devil (Oh no)
I'm sayin' a prayer for the rebels
I'm in her mouth like a real one
Ain't doin' no cappin', ain't with all that cappin', ain't nothin' like these rap ****
I done been 'round the globe, fuckin' these hoes, still actin' like a trap ****
Plus, a bitch brain can't be untamed, I'm like a shootin' star
Take a bump of caviar, surfin' at the baddest broad
Real diamond, shine in dark
Bad bitches, knockin' 'em off
Bad bitches, knockin' 'em off
Bad bitches, knockin' 'em off
I'm in my feelings, Hendrix
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, ski, woo
Let me be
Let me be
Like a middle-aged child star, way I'm fuckin' tweakin'
3 a.m. sunset, fryin' like a phoenix
Got a **** nose sniffin', need a box of Kleenex
Bloated in my face 'cause the chemicals releasin'
Guess I could be healthy, but I'm tryna find a reason
Traumas in my life, I've been hesitant to heal 'em
Take another hit, or my music, they won't feel it
I just wanna die when I'm at my fuckin' peak
And drink it slow, won't drink it slow
I don't want the tolerance anymore
Wanna stay up, fuck the floor
Feel the violence creepin' up, that's for sure
And I'm ready, fuck it, overdose
I don't wanna make it past thirty-four
And when the curtains call, I hope you mourn
But if you don't, I hope you enjoy the fuckin' show
Let me know, let me know, baby

Writer(s): MIKE DEAN, J. Lloyd, Lydia Kitto & Nayvadius Wilburn.

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