Remember Me

de The Weeknd

[The Weeknd]
She's about to earn some bragging rights
I'm 'bout to give it up like I've been holding back all night
Girl, take pride in what you want to do
Even if that means a new man every night inside of you

Baby, I don't mind, you can tell by how I roll
'Cause my clique hot and my cup cold
My talk slurred 'cause I’m so throwed
And I'm wiping sweat from my last show, and he's TG and I'm XO
I'm only here for one night, then I'ma be a memory
Say it in my ear, so I can hear what you say to me
I got cups full of that Rosé, smoke anything that's passed to me
Don't worry 'bout my voice, I won't need it for what I'm about to

Do to ya
Bad bitch, girl, I think I might get used to ya
I might have to take your number when I'm through witcha
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me
Bad bitch, girl, I think I might get used to ya
I might have to take your number when I'm through witcha
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me

[Wiz Khalifa]
Old rapping ass, light years past the class
Hit it, don't have to pass, nigga, we the new aftermath
Niggas after fame, I just had to laugh
Niggas after fame, I'm after cash
You's a fan, I'm a player, I'm the man, you's a hater
And I only smoke papers, that's how you tell I'm Taylor'd
Nigga, listen, break it down, rolling weed on the island of my kitchen
And not a thing goes down without permission

Look, everything I got on I was made for
Everything that I got I done came for
All the shit that you see, I done slaved for
All the cars and the crib, yeah, that's paid for
Need I say more?
Spend so much money on clothes, said fuck a store, making my own
I hope that you're rolling one up while you're singing along
And know I was rolling one while I was making this song
Pour out some shots, you're taking too long
Young and I'm rich, and plus all of my friends on that Bombay and lemonade

[The Weeknd]
Do to ya
Bad bitch, girl, I think I might get used to ya
I might have to take your number when I'm through witcha
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me
Bad bitch, girl, I think I might get used to ya
I might have to take your number when I'm through witcha
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me

[Wiz Khalifa]
I'm on some gin, you on some gin, I'm moving slow, I'm driving fast
I hit the weed, you take the wheel, we lose control
Drop the top in that 69 and that motor roar in that old Chevelle
Can’t say a thing, how you supposed to feel
Stacking all of this paper, dawg, I like to call this shit old news
And these haters jocking our old moves
Popping champagne 'cause we made it
Back of the Phantom, we faded
All of this shit that I did I probably won't remember tomorrow