Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kiss Land, artist - The Weeknd. Album song Kiss Land, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Weeknd XO
Song language: English
Kiss Land |
When I got on stage, she swore I was six feet tall |
But when she put it in her mouth she can’t seem to reach my |
Ballin' ain’t an issue for me, I’ll make a hundred stacks right back next week |
Do it all again, I’m faded off the wrong thing, the wrong thing |
And I’ll admit baby, I’m a little camera shy |
But exceptions can be made baby, cause you’re too damn fly |
For what it’s worth, I hope you enjoy the show |
Cause if you’re back here only takin' pictures |
You gon' have to take your ass home |
Cause the only thing you’re takin' is your clothes off |
Go 'head girl, strip it down, close your mouth |
I just wanna hear your body talk |
Oh |
(Please don’t check in my pillow) |
(Please don’t check in my pillow) |
Oh girl |
Don’t hold back |
(Please don’t check in my pillow) |
(Please don’t check in my pillow) |
Oh girl |
Don’t hold back |
Let it out |
(Please don’t check in my pillow) |
(Please don’t check in my pillow) |
Don’t hold back |
Let it out |
(Please don’t check in my pillow) |
(Please don’t check in my pillow) |
Don’t hold back |
You can meet me in the room where the kisses ain’t free |
You gotta pay with your body |
Not really into kisses leading into nothing |
I’m into shows every night, if you play your cards right |
I might fuck around, bring your whole crew on tour |
F*ck around, turn you 'to my west coast girl |
Until they book a show in NYC |
Gotta fly back east where the city don’t sleep |
Woah, tryna finish all this potion |
Baby take your time, tryna sip it 'til the mornin' |
And if you’re still hot, I’m tryna f*ck you in the mornin' |
Said I’m two days strong, and never sleep until it’s mornin' |
Cause the only thing you’re takin' is your clothes off |
Go 'head girl, strip it down, close your mouth |
I just wanna hear your body talk |
Oh |
(Please don’t check in my pillow) |
(Please don’t check in my pillow) |
Oh girl |
Don’t hold back |
(Please don’t check in my pillow) |
(Please don’t check in my pillow) |
Oh girl |
Don’t hold back |
Let it out |
(Please don’t check in my pillow) |
(Please don’t check in my pillow) |
Don’t hold back |
Let it out |
(Please don’t check in my pillow) |
(Please don’t check in my pillow) |
Don’t hold back |
I got a brand new place, I think I’ve seen it twice all year |
I can’t remember how it looks inside, so you can picture how my life’s been |
I went from starin' at the same four walls for 21 years |
To seein' the whole world in just twelve months |
Been gone for so long I might have just found God |
Well probably not, if I keep my habits up |
Probably not if I can’t keep up with lovin' |
I can’t stand talkin' to brand new girls |
Only b*tches down to f*ck when you shower them with ones |
Probably not if my ni*gas round them up |
Probably not if we take 'em to my spot |
Probably not if I tweak all day just to sleep at night |
God damn I’m high |
My doctor told me to stop |
And he gave me something to pop |
I mix it up with some Adderall’s and I wait to get to the top |
And I 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 rough week, I’m still drippin' down from my nose |
And I don’t know how to drive, I make my driver get high |
But If he goes under that one time, believe my driver gettin' fired |
And I don’t got any friends, I got XO in my bloodwork |
And I’m posted up down in Florida |
Ft. |
Lauderdale to that MIA |
Cold drinks, 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 your tongue rings |
She likes the way my whole tongue flip |
She grind hard for tuition |
She grind hard 'til her teeth chip |
I make it harder, with gold grills |
I make her s*ck, with gold grills |
In the back room, In the VIP |
She don’t ever sleep… |
This ain’t nothing to relate to |
This ain’t nothing to relate to |
This ain’t nothing to relate to |
This ain’t nothing to relate to |
Even if you tried, you tried, you tried |
You tried, you tried, you tried |
You tried, you tried, you tried |
You tried, you tried, you tried |