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The Weeknd - Relate To Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh

[Verse 1]
I got a good girl in my room, no tats on her skin
Got that work all in her purse, she got guilt all in her grin
And I swear it be the same every fucking where that I been
All these bitches tryna be saints, I'll make 'em all wanna sin
You can come to my hotel, you can bring me a friend
You can dress up like twins, screaming, "Fuck me!" in French
Paper planes full of kush, a couple cups full of gin
Don't know what city I'm in, wake up and do it again
And if you know me well, then I don't like to talk
But when I make a move, you know it's loud as fuck
And if I'm gone on weed, you know it's loud as fuck
And if you wait with me, I guess you're out of luck
Came up from that dope spot, [?] a dope spot
Bitch, I came so far, long way 'til I'm so far
God damn, no love, no flu when I woke up
Insides tore up, inhale, pour up
Now the feeling is gone, so am I
Look me in my eyes, I don't lie

[Chorus]
This ain't nothing to relate to
This ain't nothing to relate to
Even if you tried, you tried, you tried it
You tried, you tried
This ain't nothing to relate to
This ain't nothing to relate to, oh
Even if you tried, you tried, you tried it
You tried (Uh), you tried
[Verse 2]
And my doctor told me to stop, and he gave me something to pop
And I mix it up with some Adderalls and I wait to get to the top
And I'll mix it up with some alcohol and I pour it up in a shot
I don't care about you, why you worried 'bout me?
All I want is that smoke, give me all of that smoke
Last week was my coke week, I'm still dripping down from my nose
And I don't know how to drive, I make my driver get high
But if he goes under that 110, best believe my driver get fired
And I don't got any friends, I got XO in my bloodwork
And I'm posted up down in Florida, Fort Lauderdale to that MIA
Sip cold drinks with Grand Marnier to the break of dawn, Kahlua milk
White Russian when the sun hits, white Russian with tongue tricks
I like the feeling of tongue rings, she like the way my whole tongue flips
She grind hard for tuition, she grind hard 'til her teeth chip
I make her hide it with gold grills, I make her suck it with gold grills
In the back room of the VIP she don't ever sleep

[Chorus]
This ain't nothing to relate to
This ain't nothing to relate to, oh
Even if you tried, you tried, you tried it
You tried, you tried
This ain't nothing to relate to
Oh-oh, hey
Even if you tried, you tried, you tried it
You tried, you tried, mmmm
[Outro]
Oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh
Hoo-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh
Hoo-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh
Oooh-oooh, oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh
Oooh-oooh, oooh-oooh-oooh
Oooh-oooh-oooh, whoa-oa-oa
Whoa-oa-oa
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