Relate To The Weeknd

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[Intro]
Uh

[Verse 1]
I got a good girl in my room, no tats on her skin
Got that work all in her purse, she got guilt all in her grin
And I swear it be the same every fucking where that I been
All these bitches tryna be saints, I'll make 'em all wanna sin
You can come to my hotel, you can bring me a friend
You can dress up like twins, screaming, "Fuck me!" in French
Paper planes full of kush, a couple cups full of gin
Don't know what city I'm in, wake up and do it again
And if you know me well, then I don't like to talk
But when I make a move, you know it's loud as fuck
And if I'm gone on weed, you know it's loud as fuck
And if you wait with me, I guess you're out of luck
Came up from that dope spot, [?] a dope spot
Bitch, I came so far, long way 'til I'm so far
God damn, no love, no flu when I woke up
Insides tore up, inhale, pour up
Now the feeling is gone, so am I
Look me in my eyes, I don't lie

[Chorus]
This ain't nothing to relate to
This ain't nothing to relate to
Even if you tried, you tried, you tried it
You tried, you tried
This ain't nothing to relate to
This ain't nothing to relate to, oh
Even if you tried, you tried, you tried it
You tried (Uh), you tried