Might Not

[Intro: The Weeknd]

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[Verse 1: The Weeknd]

Everybody 'round me sayin' I should relax, 'cause

I've been goin' hard 'til my eyes roll backward

All I wanna do is forget about my past, and

Smoke a little weed, really nothin' too drastic

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

Probably 'cause I'm faded or I'm chillin' with the fans and

Not really the type to let a nigga talk back, but

I'ma 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 shootin' movies on the mattress

Then I hit the booth, make the motherfuckin' soundtrack

Then I play it back on that 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

[Chorus: The Weeknd]

When the shit's too strong, the night's too long

I took too much and I've gone too far

And I might not make it (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 (Not make it), I might not make it

This time I might not make it, I might not

[Verse 2: Belly]

Bitches know, told a ho, "It's different strokes for different folks"

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

Took my niggas from the 401 to Pacific Coast

We no longer put no fish scale on the fishing boat

Listen ho, I know all you bitches want is liquor, smoke (L-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

Hippy bitches sendin' me titty pictures

She told me no religion was the new religion (Yeah)

She said she don't believe in God but her shoes is Christian (Yeah)

I heard she servin' everybody like the soup kitchen

Gettin' hoes higher, gettin' hoes higher

She got work in the mornin', I'm gettin' hoes fired (Haha)

Why you the fuck you call it purp when you mix it pink?

You know I fuckin' mix the drinks

[Chorus: The Weeknd, The Weeknd & Belly]

When the shit's too strong, the night's too long

I took too much and I've gone too far

And I might not make it (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 (Not make it), I might not make it

This time I might not make it, I might not

[Outro: Belly]

('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)