Lyrics Grammy Weeknd - Lucidious
All
these
people
creeping
out
the
woods
are
leeches
(leeches)
Soon
they
see
the
numbers,
I
can
feel
them
reaching
(reaching)
I′m
feeling
like
the
Grammy's
cutting
out
The
Weeknd
(Weeknd)
I
don′t
let
you
in
my
circle,
I'm
not
here
to
pretend
(pretend)
(Yeah,
stop
it)
Get
the
fuck
out
of
my
pockets
I
get
ticked
off
whenever
I
drop
this
In
the
public,
dealing
with
the
nonsense
Bullshit,
that's
been
filling
up
my
comments
If
you
had
a
clue
what
wе
had
to
do
just
to
make
it
through
this
Then
you
would
take
a
stеp
back
before
you
go
typing
all
that
shit
So,
what′s
it
like
to
be
an
artist?
Idolize
if
we
make
it
But
got
frowned
upon
when
we
started
Some
say
we′re
too
cocky
(maybe)
Some
think
we're
too
modest
Most
draining
your
body,
but
Some
care
what
your
heart
is
Most
start
breaking
words
they
promised
They
locks
us
out
of
the
playlist
Because
we
don′t
fit
in
your
agenda
Pain
is
now
a
fraction
of
the
penny
Tell
me
how
the
fuck
you
expect
us
to
make
a
living
off
of
music
All
of
you
abusing
all
of
the
Algorithms,
we
don't
really
find
it
amusing
I
ain′t
cutting
out
the
weakest,
someone
can
feel
the
confusion
(You
must
think
all
of
us
are
stupid)
All
these
people
creeping
out
the
woods
are
leeches
Soon
they
see
the
numbers,
I
can
feel
them
reaching
I'm
feeling
like
the
Grammy′s
cutting
out
The
Weeknd
I
don't
let
you
in
my
circle,
I'm
not
here
to
pretend
(So)
Lemme
get
this
straight
Why
would
I
go
on
sign
my
name
on
a
Document
making
me
hydroplane
down
a
path
I
hate?
Still,
I
complain,
I
want
fame
But
not
at
the
cost
of
giving
up
all
the
freedom
that
I′ve
attained
I
contain
myself
and
I
refrain
saying
fuck
these
games,
I
don′t
like
to
play
I've
chilled
out,
I′ve
been
acting
peaceful
I
still
came
here
to
battle
evil
And
I
speak
out
from
an
angry
crowd
And
I
won't
stop
′til
the
day
they
treat
artists
equal
You
crush
their
dreams
And
99%
gave
up
on
what
they
loved
They
paid
their
rent
You
played
us
long
enough
with
no
respect
I
came
to
kill
the
Grammy's
and
repent
All
these
people
creeping
out
the
woods
are
leeches
(leeches)
Soon
they
see
the
numbers,
I
can
feel
them
reaching
(reaching)
I′m
feeling
like
the
Grammy's
cutting
out
The
Weeknd
(Weeknd)
I
don't
let
you
in
my
circle,
I′m
not
here
to
pretend
(pretend)
Yeah
They
digging
in
our
pockets
So
now
we′re
screaming
"fuck
the
Grammy's"
We
just
living
in
a
spotlight
They
don′t
seem
to
understand
me
Taking
profit
off
the
top
So
now
we're
screaming
"fuck
the
Grammy′s"
Time
to
pay
us
what
we're
due
Before
the
industry
is
buried
(buried)
All
these
people
creeping
out
the
woods
Are
leeches
(so
now
we′re
fuck
the
Grammy's)
Soon
they
see
the
numbers,
I
can
feel
them
reaching
(they
don't
seem
to
understand
me)
I′m
feeling
like
the
Grammy′s
cutting
out
The
Weeknd
(so
now
we're
fuck
the
Grammy′s)ND
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