text: Close, Ahhhhhh, Nagy
  Its the Weeknd and Im wondering if you got lust
  Cos previously I knew, you never had trust
  Now its become more than a nut bust
  I love you more than bread crust
  I met you when I was lost
  Shirt said Im not fucked
  Shutter shades and some bum fluff
  Walking round the club like my brain got concussed
  And you knew you could conquer
  Thats when you looked at him and you thought to yourself
  Damn I want some
  And fuck these other scum
  Sipping on their rum
  Chewing on their gum
  At thee, I bite my thumb
  Fuck with them and their mum
  We bout to have some fun
  Did you not know you are my son?
  Bitch, why you think we look like one
  Why you look so dumb, why you look so stunned
  Id still lick you up with my tongue
  Fire my gun, at your buns
  Bitch dont make me drop that thun thun thun
  Fuck Ebola, Fuck Sosa, fuck anorexia nervosa
  You look at me, humbly
  Constantly in good company
  Come to me, looking hungry
  Monkeys climbing money trees
  As if they own the streets
  Spend all the leaves, smoke all the green
  What you want
  What you want
  What you want
  What you want
  What you need girl
  What you need
  What you need girl
  What you need
  What you breathe
  Bitch, Im what you breathe
  Watch you watching me as I watch the TV
  Coming through, Im tumblin
  Bitches drunk, they stumblin
  Im mumblin, my stomach grumblin
  Hungry from all the moist shit that Im hearing
  Got me feeling, Im worth a million
  A minion, bitch, Im brilliant, billing them a billion
  And all those mother fucking villains
  Getting shillings while theyre chilling
  Sipping sizzurp talking bout killing
  Spitting unappealing lyrics
  Whilst theyre sitting on their Calvin
  Klein, while their bitches behind
  Rob your gold underwear whilst your sitting right there
  Tie a shirt round her mouth, like shes in an affair
  Hit her from the back, then pull her hair
  Let her give fellatio, as we listen to the radio
   Girl come back here
  For I come right there
  I been craving you like an avocado pear
  You belong on the front of vanitity fair
  You could be a pornstar or multimillionaire
  Back to planet earth I was walking on air
  Spit so dirty might need dental care
  But if I gave a care Id read a book of common prayer
  My mind so ill it needs tender love and care
  Im so, raw, could get put behind bars
  But Im a crazy muddafucka, like any other star
  Guess that makes me regular
  Im what you need
  Im what you need
  Im what you need
  Bitch, watch me leave
  Im what you need girl
  Im what you need
  Whoah, whoah, whoah
  Thats a fatass spider
  Fuck, Not another one
  Another one