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Arc-en-ciel

Prada ft. Willyod

Pensées (version acoustique)

Weeknd 

Knew it when I saw ya, call it love, on sight,
Had my mind, heart racin, NASCAR, taken flight
C da sign, advertised, didn't care, truth or dare
Bel Biv Devoe, call us poison, cuffin season, blood boilin
Couldn't leave ya, I was loyal, you was there, when I need ya
First time when we met, took tha gamble, like ta bet
Watched the sunrise in tha sky, nuthin mattered, do or die,
When I'd wake up in the mornin, I c u, thoughts swarmin

Wanna be wit ya till mornin, c da points, cuz we joinin,
When ya called me, I was there, blue tha signal, go on red
Love ta hate me, I'ma gangsta, nuthin macho, Randy Savage
Fab five, wear da starter, cuz I score more than da average
A. I., I'm the Answer, rep da Hoyas, no romancer
Night life, hand ta hand, we causin strife, new Taliban
Drummer boy is what ya called me, cuz you knew I was a hitta
Wasn't like your past relations cuz you knew I was no quitta

Wasn't deaf, but I knew_ sign language, I'm bilingual
When you saw it, knew tha time, neva snitch, call ya mime
Momz didn't like you 'round, said you'd put me underground
Self-service on the gas, take da shot, I'm callin glass
We was fragile, broken pieces, loss in battle, time decreases
Life a movie, ain't no sequel, call of duty, 'njection lethal
Introduced to me to you podnuh, first name lora, last name tab
Kep it trill, no pretend, we trapped in aura, watch it trend

(Chorus 2x)
Ev'ryday was tha weeknd
Ev'ry nite I was weakened
Love on site on tha deep end
I'm alright on the weak end

'ntoxicated on tha sound, shot tha rounds, call it weeknd,
Didn't know my soul was bound, get'n clowned, heart cement
Reggie Miller, 31, you know I'm scorin, in tha game,
Michael Jackson, c tha thiller, comin blue, u kno tha name
Felt alive when I'm wit ya, like a drug, night life
Didn't know I was dyin, like a drug, take life
Loyalty and honor, yeah, that ink became a charm,
Disloyalty, dishonor — I just turned it to alarm.
Every fake, every snake, I disarm, stay armed,
They was sleepin’ on the vision, now they dreamin’ where I’m from.

Weeknd

⚠️ EXPLICIT CONTENT — trauma, mental health, strong language.

“Finally Called for Help” is the turning point of The Origin Of A Man’s Craving — the moment a man stops dying in silence and actually reaches out. No flex, no ego, just a broken voice on a phone line saying, “I’m not okay.”

This track is about:
• waking up on the couch knowing you can’t keep doing this
• searching “therapist near me” with shaking hands
• telling the truth about porn, cheating, shame, and identity
• realizing you’re not a monster — you’re untreated pain
• asking for help before you destroy everyone who loves you

This song is for the men who are one call, one text, one session away from a different life.

If you’re listening with a number on your screen and your thumb shaking… this is your sign to hit call.

— CC3PO

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