paroles de chanson Rolling Stone - The Weeknd

Ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah

Now you're thinkin' bout it
Girl you're thinkin' bout it
What we got here? How we fuckin' got here?
They recognize, they just recognize

I'm in a life without a home so this recognition's not enough
I don't care about nobody else
'Cause I've been on these streets way too long, too long, too long
Baby I've been on this too long
It's getting faded too long

Got me on this rolling stone, so I take another hit
Kill another serotonin with a handful of beans
And a chestful of weed
Got me singing 'bout a bitch while I'm blowing out my steam
Yeah, I know I got my issues
Why you think I fuckin' flow?
And I'ma keep on smoking 'til I can't hit another note

Ooh, but until then, I got you, ooh
Baby I got you, ooh
Until you're used to my face
And my mystery fades
I got you, ooh

So, baby love me, oh-oh
Before they all love me
Until you won't love me

Because they'll all love me
I'll be different, ooh
I think I'll be different
I hope I'm not different
And I hope you'll still listen

But until then baby I got you, ooh, ooh
I got you, ooh
Girl I still got you, ooh, ooh
I got you, ooh, whoa