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Title: The Morning
Album: House of Balloons
Artist: The Weeknd

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Lyrics
From the morning to the evening
Complaints from the tenants
Got the walls kicking like they six months pregnant
Drinking Alizé with our cereal for breakfast
Girls calling cabs at dawn, quarter to seven
Sky’s getting cold
You’re flying from the north
Rocking with our city like a sold out show*
House full of pros that specialize into hoein
Make that money rain as they taking off they clothes
Order plane tickets
Cali is the mission
Visit every month like I’m split life living
Let the world listen
If a hater’s caught slippin’
Then my niggas stay tight
Got my back like Pippen
Fast life crippin
Yeah we still tippin
Codeine cups paint a picture so vivid
Fakes try to mimic
Get girls timid
But behind closed doors they get pulled for riches

All that money the money is the motive
All that money the money is the motive
All that money the money she be foldin’
Girl put in work, girl, girl, put in work
Girl put in work, girl, girl, put in work
Girl put in work

Push it to the limit
Push it through the pain
I push it for the pleasure like a virgin to the game
A virgin to that money
A virgin to the fame
So this my only chance and when I’m over only pray that I flow from the bottom
Closer to the top
The higher that I climb
The harder I’ma drop
These pussy ass niggas tryna’ hold on to they credit
So I tell them use a debit, watch they image start to lessen
I warn them like discretion*
Why these niggas testing?
Always fucking twisted
Why these niggas testing?
Shit that I got them on straight bar hopping
To the music of the ambiance
Get shit popping
Zombies of the night
Niggas ain’t talking if they hyping to the crew get it in like pockets
Downtown lovin’
When the moon coming
Only place to find baseheads and hot women

All that money the money is the motive
All that money the money is the motive
All that money the money she be foldin’
Girl put in work, girl, girl, put in work
Girl put in work, girl, girl, put in work
Girl put in work

Better slow down
She’ll feel it in the morning
Ain’t the kind of girl you’ll be seein’ in the morning
Too damn raw, ain’t no nigga worth her holding
Ain’t no nigga that she holding, man her love is too damn foreign

All that money the money is the motive
All that money the money is the motive
All that money the money she be foldin’
Girl put in work, girl, girl, put in work
Girl put in work, girl, girl, put in work
Girl put in work

All that money the money is the motive
All that money the money is the motive
All that money the money she be foldin’
Girl put in work, girl, girl, put in work
Girl put in work, girl, girl, put in work
Girl put in work