The Weeknd – Escape From LA Lyrics

The Weeknd – Escape From LA Lyrics
Escape From LA
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    "Escape From LA." - The Weeknd

    Album: After Hours
    Track No: 06
    You pillow talk to me about the men who try to get in between us
    They buy you bags and jewelry, yeah
    They think your kindness is so weak
    No, you don't give it up so easy, baby
    But you just wanted my attention
    You just wanted my affection
    You got me tattooed on your mind
    You just want me all the time
    We'll figure out our shit and find a way
    When you say that you need space, I give you space
    Girl, when you ready you know where I stay
    When it comes to all these hoes, I'll never chase
    But this world is such a, such an evil place
    Man, these hoes will always find a way
    'Cause when I'm on that liquor I go crazy
    And for that pussy you know I'm a slave
    This place is never what it seems
    Take me out LA
    Take me out of LA
    This place will be the end of me
    Take me out LA
    Take me out of LA
    Yeah
    I'm in the Spyder Porsche, cruisin' down the street
    Black on black venom covered seats
    Keanu Reeves the way a **** speed
    Diamond cross hangin' off of me
    I'm fighting for my soul, Constantine
    And it's slowly burning, it was never cheap
    If you seen what I seen, you wouldn't sleep
    I can't sleep
    'Cause I got everything I wanted
    Got the money, got the cars, got the ceiling with the stars
    Got everything I wanted
    But I'd be nothing without you
    Gave you everything you wanted
    Gave you power, gave you life, gave you space so you could shine
    Gave you everything you wanted
    But none of that matters to you
    This place is never what it seems
    Take me out LA
    Take me out of LA
    This place will be the end of me
    Take me out LA
    Take me out of LA
    She pulled up to the studio
    Nobody's watching
    She closed the door and then she locked it for me, for me
    We had sex in the studio
    Nobody walked in
    I cut my verse and then she popped it for me, for me
    LA girls all look the same
    I can't recognize
    The same work done on they face
    I don't criticize
    She a coldhearted bitch with no shame
    But her throat too fire
    She got Chrome Hearts hanging from her neck
    And them shits going wild
    When she ride she hold tight
    She gon' ride till sweat fall down her spine
    She's all mine for the night
    She's all mine until he calls her line
    She pulled up to the studio
    Nobody's watching
    She closed the door and then she locked it for me, for me
    We had sex in the studio
    Nobody walked in
    I cut my verse and then she popped it for me, for me

    Writer(s): Abel Tesfaye, Carlo "Illangelo" Montagnese, Leland Wayne & Mike McTaggart.

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