The Weeknd - Rolling Stone
Now you're thinking 'bout it
Girl, you're thinking 'bout it
When we got here
How we fucking got here
They recognize
They just recognize
I'm in a life without a home
So this recognition's not enough
And I don't care about nobody else
Cause I been on these streets
For too long, too long, too long
Baby I been on this too long
It's getting faded too long
Got me on this rolling stone
So I'm taking another hit
Kill another seratone
With a handful of beans
And a chest full 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 fucking flow?
And I'ma keep on smoking
'Til I can't hit another note
Ooh, but until then
I got you
Baby, I got you
Until you're used to my face
And my mystery fades
I got you
So baby love me
Before they all love me
Until you won't love me
Because they all left me
I'll be different
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
I got you
Girl, I still got you
And I got you