ฟังเพลงFalse Idols (Explicit)

False Idols (Explicit) - The Weeknd/Lil Baby/Suzanna Son

Lyrics by：MIKE DEAN/Suzanna Son/Abel Tesfaye/Dominique Jones

Composed by：MIKE DEAN/Suzanna Son/Abel Tesfaye/Dominique Jones

Produced by：MIKE DEAN/The Weeknd

Be careful with who you call a God

I can't go without my pole and my rod

Sipped a cup and then I nod

Made a hundred million must be good at my job

I done made it out the land of the brave

I can tell you shake my hands that it's fake

Free the guys the ones who never made a statement

Slidin' with a Drake I made it home safe

Baseball numbers on all of my contracts

Billionaire buddies they all in my contacts

I get you hit on GP they want nothin' back

Made twenty million last month tryna run it back

Watches over like a God

Run it back

It goes down I'm the one they gon' blame

Gotta leave where my soul how I came

I know it look lit when I'm rockin' these chains

But I went through a lot for this money and fame

This money and fame this money and fame

For this money and fame

I did a lot to get here

No comment

I put a lot in my ear both of 'em

The 'Rari is fast as it gets hold on

I'm about to take off bear with me

I don't wanna beef with you niggas

My beef with the system big bro at the end of his habeas

I talk to him daily I told him he still comin' home

I just hope he don't think I'm just sayin' ****

The money keeps comin' the feelin' is great

I pay eight-figure taxes no more section eight

I was workin' my wrist trying to see what it take

Made a thirty do sixty the feeling's amazing

Now I can charge by the hour

A sixty minutes set they pay me a minute that's crazy

My diamonds really be shinin' no shade

I'm goin' all in no stoppin' okay

Watches us over like a God

Makes you hurt again

So you can heal and say amen

We will change for you

We will die for you ah-huh

Yeah-yeah

Be careful who you call God

L.A. filled with fake prophecies

They hate it when you get on top

Magazines tarnish legacies

Can you tell me how much did it cost

A hundred mill' ain't a stretch for me

Packin' stadiums 'cause I'm a star

Bots can't buy box seats

If you ain't down you an enemy

I got followers that'll kill for me

And they linin' up like a DMV

With the finest girls that you've ever seen

She from California she's so realigned

Diet Coke with the coke diet

She ride my face till my stash white

She got Chrome Hearts on with the black attire

My niggas roll with the chrome and the heavy metal

Talkin' guns no roses it ain't Coachella

I'm a goodfella I'm a goodfella

Johnny Depp with the blow I'm a good fellow

I'm in paradise I'm in paradise

But these false idols got me terrified

I'm so terrified I'm so terrified

Life is war in the face of God

We still rockin' when the cameras off

She a femme fatale she's a superstar

Even down to the way that she breakin' hearts

She ain't actin' I'm not an actor

Cause reality's what I'm after

Real emotions I'm tryna capture

Suck my soul up like the rapture

Don't remember my last lines but I'll cut up these lines

Rumors that you heard about me is right

Even startin' to believe all they lies

Even startin' to believe all they lies

So terrified in this paradise

I'm so terrified oh

Watches us over like a God

Oh-oh oh

Makes you hurt again

So you can heal and say amen

We will change for you

We will die for you ah-huh

Ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh

He is coming

He will find her

He will fix her

To make us better ooh

Ooh ooh ooh

Like a god in the sky watching over you

Put your heart in his hands and you'll be brandnew

Like a god

Like a mmm

Like a god