Nomads - Ricky Hil, The Weeknd

Yeah

Hey, turn everything up a little bit in the phones for me, bro

Yeah, yeah, yeah

She’ll be alone when I leave her

I like it better that way

I’m on my own when I need her

'Cause they could dead her that way

She’s addicted to the heroin

Lighter than a feather that day (day)

But I kind of like the morphine (morphine)

Triple X double bottle, lean, codeine

What you want?

I’m that motherfucker

Baby, I’m that motherfucker

What you on?

Nothing like them other suckers

Nothing like them other suckers, yeah

Mrs. Lucille

Come and touch me

Let me know that you’re real

Because if you’re fake (if you’re fake)

I got to get away

Punch you in the fucking face