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Yo im the weeknd of the crew OG bruhs
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Aint no one ever gonna forget that bruhYo im the weeknd of the crew OG bruhs
Aint no one ever gonna forget that bruh![]()
im polo, you gucciAint no one ever gonna forget that bruh![]()
I'm still wondering how that even comes up in a conversation.![]()
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Finally... Someone that gets it.
The Morning is hands down my favorite track from this guy.
It just captures the somber feeling you get when you wake up after what was undoubtedly a night that will live in infamy, yet somehow your hangover isn't too bad. Start to finish, its 5 minutes where not only do you try your best to remember everything, but you make the attempt to project yourself back to the moments that have since past. Then you leave your place of rest, ignoring the naked girl that was using you for added warmth. You told yourself you were don't with that b****.l, but your texting fingers are poets when you've indulged in whiskey and Moët. You see your cohorts and the girls they managed to get loose all passed out while the smell of alcohol and smoke still lingers in the air. You get that nagging feeling where you know you did a whole lot of s*** you probably shouldn't have, but you can't even remember what it was. So you chalk it up, go through your phone's photo gallery, and find yourself envious of the person you were only a few hours before. "That guy knew how to party," you say of yourself when you see the pictures of you kissing randoms and grabbing ***. The people that crashed at your place are still asleep, but you find yourself still wanting their sedated company. You let them sleep as you light up a remainder of a black and mild someone left behind. You don't trip at the fact that motherf****** dropped it on the couch; you're just grateful it didn't burn that big of a hole... Or set the whole place on fire for that matter. You get a text from the girl you're trying to be faithful to, but you don't read it. You know you ****** up last night, so you try to enjoy the time you have left until s*** finally hits the fan.
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All of this. IMO, Thursday is the only project since that's been up there with HOB. Every track since King of the Fall (a top 3 song for me) has been excellent. Next project will definitely be one of the albums of the year, no doubt in my mind.Arguably almost every song on HOB could be said to be one of the coldest songs he's ever made
what you need
the party after the party
Coming down
Wicked games
The morning
the knowing etc
That's why it's clear cut the best, even weekend knows it, he said he had been making HOB his whole while whereas all the other projects he's had a deadlineaLL
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Finally... Someone that gets it.
The Morning is hands down my favorite track from this guy.
It just captures the somber feeling you get when you wake up after what was undoubtedly a night that will live in infamy, yet somehow your hangover isn't too bad. Start to finish, its 5 minutes where not only do you try your best to remember everything, but you make the attempt to project yourself back to the moments that have since past. Then you leave your place of rest, ignoring the naked girl that was using you for added warmth. You told yourself you were don't with that b****.l, but your texting fingers are poets when you've indulged in whiskey and Moët. You see your cohorts and the girls they managed to get loose all passed out while the smell of alcohol and smoke still lingers in the air. You get that nagging feeling where you know you did a whole lot of s*** you probably shouldn't have, but you can't even remember what it was. So you chalk it up, go through your phone's photo gallery, and find yourself envious of the person you were only a few hours before. "That guy knew how to party," you say of yourself when you see the pictures of you kissing randoms and grabbing ***. The people that crashed at your place are still asleep, but you find yourself still wanting their sedated company. You let them sleep as you light up a remainder of a black and mild someone left behind. You don't trip at the fact that motherf****** dropped it on the couch; you're just grateful it didn't burn that big of a hole... Or set the whole place on fire for that matter. You get a text from the girl you're trying to be faithful to, but you don't read it. You know you ****** up last night, so you try to enjoy the time you have left until s*** finally hits the fan.
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