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Might Not (Belly Is Dead ft. The Weeknd)

Eh oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah oh yeah, oh yeah oh yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah, nah

Everybody 'round me saying I should relax

'Cause I been going hard 'til my eyes roll backward

All I want to do is forget about my past

And smoke a little weed, really nothing too drastic

Any time you see me in a picture and I'm smiling

Probably 'cause I'm faded, or I'm chilling with the fans

Not really the type to let a nigga talk back

But I'mma let it slide 'cause my niggas too violent

Shout out to the ones who spend money like a habit

Even if they had a million dollars, they'd be trappin'

Got a couple girls shooting movies on the mattress

Then I hit the booth, make the motherfucking soundtrack

Then I play it back on the eighty-inch plasma

Then I get 'em faded off that super-fantastic

Roll that grandmaster, smell it through the plastic

Nobody can handle me, I'm gone when the shit's too strongThe night's too long

I took too much and I've gone too far

And I might not make it

I might not make it this time

I might not make it

I might not make it

I might not make it this time

I might not make it

I might not make it

I might not make it this time

I might not make it

I might notBitches know, told a hoe it's different strokes for different folks

Came up out the north, we was playing with a different snow

Took my niggas from the four-one to Pacifico

We no longer put no fish scale on the fishing boat

Listen, hoe, I know all you bitches want is liquor, smoke (Liquor, smoke)

I know all you bitches want is dick and dough (Dick and dough)

Told her you don't gotta make it difficult

Baby, sit calm, we don't need another episode

Hippie bitches sending me titty pictures

She told me no religion was the new religion

She said she don't believe in God, but her shoe's Christian

I heard she serving everybody like the soup kitchen

Getting hoes higher, getting hoes higher

She got work in the morning, I'm getting hoes fired

Why the fuck you call it purple when you mix it pink

You know I fucking mix the drinks when the shit's too strongThe night's too long

I took too much and I've gone too far

And I might not make it

I might not make it this time

I might not make it

I might not make it

I might not make it this time

I might not make it

I might not make it

I might not make it this time

I might not make it

I might not'Cause I've been smoking a lot, and I've been drinking

I might not make it

Oh, no I might not make it

'Cause I've been smoking a lot, and I've been drinking

I might not make it

Oh no, I might not make it'Cause I've been smoking a lot, and I've been drinking

I might not make it

Oh, no I might not make it

'Cause I've been smoking a lot, and I've been drinking

I might not make it

Oh no, I might not make it (Ooh)

Songwriters

ABEL TESFAYE, AHMAD BALSHE, BENJAMIN DYER DIEHL, CID EDUARDO MEIRELESPublished by

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