Lyrics Nomads - Ricky Hil, The Weeknd

Nomads

Yeah
Hey, turn everything up a little bit in the phones for me, bro
Yeah, yeah, yeah
She’ll be alone when I leave her
I like it better that way
I’m on my own when I need her
'Cause they could dead her that way
She’s addicted to the heroin
Lighter than a feather that day (day)
But I kind of like the morphine (morphine)
Triple X double bottle, lean, codeine
What you want?
I’m that motherfucker
Baby, I’m that motherfucker
What you on?
Nothing like them other suckers
Nothing like them other suckers, yeah
Mrs. Lucille
Come and touch me
Let me know that you’re real
Because if you’re fake (if you’re fake)
I got to get away
Punch you in the fucking face