Sidewalks (feat. Kendrick Lamar) - The Weeknd

I been feelin' kinda cooped up, cooped up I'm tryna get some fresh air Hey, why you got the roof off, roof off? You know it never rains here Hey, you ain't gotta flash when you takin' your picture You ain't gotta draw no extra attention Paparazzi wanna shoot ya, shoot ya Niggas dyin' for less, out here I been in my bag, adding weight Tryna throw a bag in a safe Giggin', tourin', chorin', raisin' babes Baby Milo wants some Bathing Apes Niggas crying for less out here Do what I gotta do bruh, do bruh Get up in my rear view mirror I can't be ridin' round and round that open strip I need tints (Windows tinted) I need tints (I need my windows tinted) I can't be flying down that 110 with a bad bitch in my whip I need tints (Windows tinted) I need tints (I need my windows tinted) And it's no good for me, it's so good for them I need tints (Windows tinted) I need tints (I need my windows tinted) I got way too much to lose, so roll your window up real quick I need tints (Windows tinted) I need tints (I need my windows tinted) You probably think a nigga trollin' (Like) Or showin' out for the cameras (Right) Fuck I'm doin' fish-bowlin'? ('Side) One hunnid thou' on the passenger Bitch, I'm Kendrick Lamar, respect me from afar I was made in His image, you call me a god Everybody in attendance, I'm about to perform Everybody get offended by the shit I got on Like, can you buy that, nigga? Nine hunnid horse, can you drive that, nigga? A G5, can you fly that, nigga? I need tints so I can look at the snakes and posers (I need tint) 'Cause bomb head is non-disclosure (I need tint) So I can live with a peace of mind Without niggas takin' a piece of mine And peace be still and not do fines, so fuck a fix-it ticket You pull me over and might see one of your bitches, ahh! Ridin' round and round that open strip I need tints (Windows tinted) I need tints (I need my windows tinted) I can't be flying down that 110 with a bad bitch in my whip I need tints (Windows tinted) I need tints (I need my windows tinted) And it's no good for me, it's so good for them I need tints (Windows tinted) I need tints (I need my windows tinted) I got way too much to lose, so roll your window up real quick I need tints (Windows tinted) I need tints (I need my windows tinted) You know I like it presidential (Presidential) Stretch it out, that's a limo (That's a limo) Pull it over, let me get behind ya ('Hind ya) Where we goin', they don't need to know (Don't need to know) Ghost ridin' in the Phantom (In the Phantom?) Niggas never see me comin' (Uh, superstar) She wanna hold me like a ransom (Uh, bitch, I don't know you) But the money keep me runnin' (Uh, but the money) I been in my bag, adding weight Tryna throw a bag in a safe Giggin', tourin', chorin', raisin' babes Baby Milo wants some Bathing Apes Niggas crying for less out here Do what I gotta do bruh, do bruh Get up in my rear view mirror Ridin' round and round that open strip I need tints (Windows tinted) I need tints (I need my windows tinted) I can't be flying down that 110 with a bad bitch in my whip I need tints (Windows tinted) I need tints (I need my windows tinted) And it's no good for me, it's so good for them I need tints (Windows tinted) I need tints (I need my windows tinted) I got way too much to lose, so roll your window up real quick I need tints (Windows tinted) I need tints (I need my windows tinted) I, I think I'm 'bout to black out Can't see me when I act out tonight I got some moves I gotta make though I got the goons up on the payroll They won't see me coming They won't see me coming, no, no I, I think I'm 'bout to black out Can't see me when I act out tonight I got some moves I gotta make though I got the goons up on the payroll They won't see me coming They won't see me coming

Loving you is complicated Loving you is complicated Loving you is complicated Loving you is complicated Loving you is complicated Loving you is complicated Loving you is complicated Loving you is complicated I place blame when you steal Place shame when you steal Feel like you ain't shit Feel like you don't feel, confidence in yourself Breakin' on marble floors Watchin' anonymous strangers tellin' me that I'm yours But you ain't shit I'm convinced your talent's nothin' special What can I blame him for Nigga I can name several Situation had stopped with your little sister bakin' A baby inside, just a teenager where's your patience Whats your intentions where is the influence you speak of You preached in front of 100, 000 but never reached her I fuckin' tell you, you fuckin' failure you ain't no leader I never liked you, forever despise you I don't need you The world don't need you, don't let them deceive you Numbers lie too, fuck your pride too, thats for dedication Thought money would change you, made you more complacent I fuckin' hate you, I hope you embrace it Loving you is complicated Loving you is complicated Loving you is complicated Loving you is complicated Loving you is complicated Loving you is complicated Loving you is complicated Loving you is complicated Lovin' you, lovin' you, not lovin' you, one hundred proof I can feel you vibin', recognize that your ashamed of me Yes I hate you too House keeping *Knocks* House keeping ¡Abre la puerta! ¡Abre la puerta tengo que limpiar el cuarto! ¡Es que no hay mucho tiempo tengo que limpiar el cuarto¡! Disculpe! Are you the reason why mama and them leavin' No you ain't shit, you say you love them, I know you don't mean it I know you're irresponsible, selfish, in denial, can't help it Your trials and tribulations a burden, everyone felt it Everyone heard it, multiple shots, corners cryin' out You was deserted, where was your antennas again? Where was your presence, where was your support that you pretend? You ain't no brother, you ain't no disciple, you ain't no friend A friend never leave Compton for profit or leave his best friend Little brother, you promised you'd watch him before they shot him Where was your antennas, on the road, bottles and bitches You faced time the one time, that's unforgiven You even faced time instead of a hospital visit You should thought he would recover, well The surgery couldn't stop the bleeding for real Then he died, God himself will say "you fuckin' failed" You ain't try I know your secrets nigga Mood swings is frequent nigga I know depression is restin' on your heart for two reasons nigga I know you and a couple block boys ain't been speakin' nigga Y'all damn near beefin', I seen it and your the reason nigga And if this bottle could talk *gulp* I cry myself to sleep Bitch everything is your fault Faults breakin' to pieces, earthquakes on every weekend Because you shook as soon as you knew confinement was needed I know your secrets Don't let me tell them to the world about that shit you thinkin' And that time you *gulp* I'm bout to hurl I'm fucked up, but I'm not as fucked up as you You just can't get right, I think your heart made of bullet proof Shoulda killed yo ass a long time ago You shoulda filled that black revolver blast a long time ago And if those mirrors could talk it would say "you gotta go" And if I told your secrets The world'll know money can't stop a suicidal weakness

Psst, I see dead people (Mustard on the beat, hoe) Ayy, Mustard on the beat, hoe Deebo, any rap nigga, he a free throw Man down, call an ambulance, tell him, "Breathe, bro" Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo What's up with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see Compton? The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin' Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em Walk him down, whole time I know he got some hoe in him Pole on him, extort shit, bully, Death Row on him Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young You better not ever go to cell block one To any bitch that talk to him and they in love Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs And PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now And Baka got a weird case, why is he around? Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, fuck 'em up Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired? Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-Minor They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac, nigga? I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, nigga Did Cole fouI, I don't know why you still pretendin' What is the owl? Bird niggas and bird bitches, go The audience not dumb Shape the stories how you want, hey, Drake, they're not slow Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise Ain't that somethin'? B-Rad stands for bitch And you Malibu most wanted Ain't no law, boy, you ballboy, fetch Gatorade or somethin' Since 2009, I had this bitch jumpin' You niggas'll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers What OVO for? The "Other Vaginal Option"? Pussy Nigga better straighten they posture, got famous all up in Compton Might write this for the docket, tell the pop star, "Quit hidin'" Fuck a caption, want action, no accident, and I'm hands-on He fuck around, get polished Fucked on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that's connivin' Then get his face tatted like a bitch apologizin' I'm glad DeRoz' came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither From Alondra down to Central, nigga better not speak on Serena And your homeboy need subpoena, that predator move in flocks That name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch I lean on you niggas like another line of Wock' Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac, ayy Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ayy Sweet Chin Music, and I won't pass the aux, ayy How many stocks do I really have in stock? Ayy One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy Devil is a lie, he a 69 God, ayy Freaky-ass niggas need to stay they ass inside, ayy Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of 'za, ayy City is back up, it's a must, we outside, ayy They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us Once upon a time, all of us was in chains Homie still doubled down callin' us some slaves Atlanta was the Mecca, buildin' railroads and trains Bear with me for a second, let me put y'all on game The settlers was usin' town folk to make 'em richer Fast-forward, 2024, you got the same agenda You run to Atlanta when you need a check balance Let me break it down for you, this the real nigga challenge You called Future when you didn't see the club (ayy, what?) Lil Baby helped you get your lingo up (what?) 21 gave you false street cred Thug made you feel like you a slime in your head (ayy, what?) Quavo said you can be from Northside (what?) 2 Chainz say you good, but he lied You run to Atlanta when you need a few dollars No, you not a colleague, you a fuckin' colonizer The family matter, and the truth of the matter It was God's plan to show y'all the liar Mm Mm-mm He a fan, he a fan, he a fan (mm) He a fan, he a fan, he a- Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Let me hear you say, "OV-hoe" (OV-hoe) Say, "OV-hoe" (OV-hoe) Then step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way Are you my friend? Are we locked in? Then step this way, step that way Then step this way, step that way

Dear, Adonis I'm sorry that that man is your father, let me be honest It takes a man to be a man, your dad is not responsive I look at him and wish your grandpa would've wore a condom I'm sorry that you gotta grow up and then stand behind him Life is hard, I know, the challenge is always gon' beat us home Sometimes our parents make mistakes that affect us until we grown And you're a good kid that need good leadership Let me be your mentor since your daddy don't teach you shit Never let a man piss on your leg, son Either you die right there or pop that man in the head, son Never fall in the escort business, that's bad religion Please remember, you could be a bitch even if you got bitches Never code-switch, whether right or wrong, you a Black man Even if it don't benefit your goals, do some push-ups, get some discipline Don't cut them corners like your daddy did, fuck what Ozempic did Don't pay to play with them Brazilians, get a gym membership Understand, no throwin' rocks and hidin' hands, that's law Don't be ashamed 'bout who you with, that's how he treat your moms Don't have a kid to hide a kid to hide again, be sure Five percent will comprehend, but 95 is lost Be proud of who you are, your strength come from within Lotta superstars that's real, but your daddy ain't one of them And you nothing like him, you'll carry yourself as king Can't understand me right now? Just play this when you 18 Dear, Sandra Your son got some habits, I hope you don't undermine them Especially with all the girls that's hurt inside this climate You a woman, so you know how it feels to be in alignment With emotion, hopin' a man can see you and not be blinded Dear Dennis, you gave birth to a master manipulator Even using you to prove who he is, is a huge favor I think you should ask for more paper, and more paper And more, uh, more paper I'm blaming you for all his gambling addictions Psychopath intuition, the man that like to play victim You raised a horrible fucking person, the nerve of you, Dennis Sandra, sit down, what I'm about to say is heavy, now listen Mm-mm, your son's a sick man with sick thoughts, I think niggas like him should die Him and Weinstein should get fucked up in a cell for the rest they life He hates Black women, hypersexualizes 'em with kinks of a nympho fetish Grew facial hair because he understood bein' a beard just fit him better He got sex offenders on hoe-VO that he keep on a monthly allowance A child should never be compromised and he keepin' his child around them And we gotta raise our daughters knowin' there's predators like him lurkin' Fuck a rap battle, he should die so all of these women can live with a purpose I been in this industry 12 years, I'ma tell y'all one lil' secret It's some weird shit goin' on and some of these artists be here to police it They be streamlinin' victims all inside of they home and callin' 'em tender Then leak videos of themselves to further push their agendas To any woman that be playin' his music, know that you're playin' your sister Or better, you're sellin' your niece to the weirdos, not the good ones Katt Williams said, "Get you the truth," so I'ma get mines The Embassy 'bout to get raided, too, it's only a matter of time Ayy, LeBron, keep the family away, hey, Curry, keep the family away To anybody that embody the love for they kids, keep the family away They lookin' at you too if you standin' by him, keep the family away I'm lookin' to shoot through any pervert that lives, keep the family safe Dear, baby girl I'm sorry that your father not active inside your world He don't commit to much but his music, yeah, that's for sure He a narcissist, misogynist, livin' inside his songs Try destroy families rather than takin' care of his own Should be teachin' you timetables or watchin' Frozen with you Or at your eleventh birthday singin' poems with you Instead, he be in Turks payin' for sex and poppin' Percs, examples that you don't deserve I wanna tell you that you're loved, you're brave, you're kind You got a gift to change the world, and could change your father's mind 'Cause our children is the future, but he lives inside confusion Money's always been illusion, but that's the life he's used to His father prolly didn't claim him neither History do repeats itself, sometimes it don't need a reason But I would like to say it's not your fault that he's hidin' another child Give him grace, this the reason I made Mr. Morale So our babies like you can cope later Give you some confidence to go through somethin', it's hope later I never wanna hear you chase a man 'cause his failed behavior Sittin' in the club with sugar daddies for validation You need to know that love is eternity and trumps all pain I'll tell you who your father is, just play this song when it rains Yes, he's a hitmaker, songwriter, superstar, right And a fuckin' deadbeat that should never say "more life" Meet the Grahams Dear, Aubrey I know you probably thinkin' I wanted to crash your party But truthfully, I don't have a hatin' bone in my body This supposed to be a good exhibition within the game But you fucked up the moment you called out my family's name Why you had to stoop so low to discredit some decent people? Guess integrity is lost when the metaphors doesn't reach you And I like to understand 'cause your house was never a home 37, but you showin' up as a seven-year-old You got gamblin' problems, drinkin' problems, pill-poppin' and spendin' problems Bad with money, whorehouse Solicitin' women problems, therapy's a lovely start But I suggest some ayahuasca, strip the ego from the bottom I try to empathize with you 'cause I know that you ain't been through nothin' Crave entitlement, but wanna be liked so bad that it's puzzlin' No dominance, let's recap moments when you didn't fit in No secret handshakes with your friend No cultural cachet to binge, just disrespectin' your mother Identity's on the fence, don't know which family will love ya The skin that you livin' in is compromised in personas Can't channel your masculine even when standin' next to a woman You a body shamer, you gon' hide them baby mamas, ain't ya? You embarrassed of 'em, that's not right, that ain't how mama raised us Take that mask off, I wanna see what's under them achievements Why believe you? You never gave us nothin' to believe in 'Cause you lied about religious views, you lied about your surgery You lied about your accent and your past tense, all is perjury You lied about your ghostwriters, you lied about your crew members They all pussy, you lied on 'em, I know they all got you in 'em You lied about your son, you lied about your daughter, huh You lied about them other kids that's out there hopin' that you come You lied about the only artist that can offer you some help Fuck a rap battle, this a long life battle with yourself

Te vi, me viste, al principio fue una broma Luego la verdad se asoma Intercambiamos sonrisas Pasó algún tiempo, poco menos de una hora Y por debajo de la mesa Tu tacón tocó mi bota Fue más sencillo que hacer la tabla del uno y a la hora del desayuno Ya sabía que te amaba A las semanas de iniciar con la aventura Se nos hizo miel la luna y un concierto pa Tijuana Era prohibido, era imposible, pero hicimos lo que se nos dio la gana Después de eso nos veíamos casi a diario Nuestro amigo el calendario Nos dio 400 citas De tanto amarnos nos volvimos dos extraños No sé quién toma hoy tu mano Ni tú, dónde estoy ahorita Fue más sencillo que hacer la tabla del uno y a la hora del desayuno Ya sabía que te amaba A las semanas de iniciar con la aventura Se nos hizo miel la luna y un concierto pa Tijuana Era prohibido, era imposible, pero hicimos lo que se nos dio la gana, yeh-hey Pasando el tiempo, analizando la ruptura, la versión que tiene el lobo No es la de Caperucita De tanto amarnos, nos volvimos dos extraños No sé quién toma hoy tu mano, ni tú, dónde estoy ahorita Seguramente pa la otra que nos veamos repitamos Lo de la primera cita, yeah, eh-eh-eh-eh Uh, mmh-mmh-mmh, mmh

Miras con tanta dulzura, hermosa criatura Tú mi bello ángel que cayó del cielo Soy un simple pobre diablo que corrió con suerte Que logró obtenerte por obra divina Pues en cada esquina te busqué Solo tú eres la persona La que me ilusiona, la que me emociona Por ti pierdo el rumbo y en cada segundo Me voy de este mundo con sentirte a ti Entre el cielo y el infierno Solo hay un espacio, solo hay un abismo Es que yo pierdo el ritmo cuando me abandonas Y me quedo solo, solo sin ti Viniste a reconformarme, a rehabilitarme Tú mi bello ángel, yo estaba perdido Siento que después de ti yo soy otra persona Ya no me conozco, ¿qué paso conmigo? Por eso te digo que tú Solo tú eres la persona La que me ilusiona, la que me emociona Por ti pierdo el rumbo y en cada segundo Me voy de este mundo con sentirte a ti Entre el cielo y el infierno Solo hay un espacio, solo hay un abismo Es que yo pierdo el ritmo cuando me abandonas Y me quedo solo, solo sin ti Solo tú eres la persona La que me ilusiona, la que me emociona Por ti pierdo el rumbo y en cada segundo Me voy de este mundo con sentirte a ti Entre el cielo y el infierno Solo hay un espacio, solo hay un abismo Es que yo pierdo el ritmo cuando me abandonas Y me quedo solo, solo sin ti

Compa ¿Qué le parece esa morra? La que anda bailando sola Me gusta pa' mí Bella Ella sabe que está buena Que todos andan mirándola cómo baila Me acerco Y le tiro todo un verbo Tomamos tragos sin peros solo tentación Le dije "Voy a conquistar tu familia" Que en unos días, vas a ser mía Me dijo Que estoy muy loco, pero le gusta Que ningún vato como yo actúa Ahí te va mija Y pura doble P viejo Así no más compa Pedro puro Eslabón Armado A las plebitas (cha-chau) No soy Un vato que tiene varo Pero hablando del corazón Te cumplo todo Me agarro Pegadito de su mano Mi compa ni se la creyó Que al pasar fui yo Su cuerpo Juro por Dios, que era tan perfecta Su cintura como modelo Sus ojos Desde el principio me enamoraron A ella le gusto Y a mí me gusta