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Timeless

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The Weeknd & Playboi Carti

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2024
RELEASED

2024

27 Sept
INCLUDES
Lyrics
GENRE
R&B/Soul
AVAILABLE IN
Dolby Atmos

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On what was meant to be the last date of his 2022 tour, The Weeknd took the stage at Inglewood, California’s SoFi Stadium, but when he opened his mouth to sing for 80,000 screaming fans, nothing came out. Over the past 14 years, Abel Tesfaye has experienced what you might call pop’s glow-up of the century: When he emerged from obscurity as the faceless voice behind 2011’s noir-ish House of Balloons mixtape, nobody could have guessed that he’d be headlining the Super Bowl Halftime Show a decade later. But that moment onstage triggered what Tesfaye has since described as a breakdown, inspiring a period of intense reflection on his life and career—and Hurry Up Tomorrow, his sixth studio album. Tesfaye has called Tomorrow the final chapter in the trilogy he began with 2020’s After Hours, the album that launched him into a new stratosphere of pop success, and continued with 2022’s high-concept Dawn FM. Continuing the narrative of its semi-autobiographical narrator’s journey through a dark night of the soul, Tomorrow doubles as an allegory about fame’s power to destroy: The curtain rises, and it’s all downhill from there. He longs for a time “when my blood never tasted like wine,” he wails over the night-drive synth-pop of “Take Me Back to LA,” and diagnoses fame as a disease on the glittering “Drive.” He’s ready to leave it all behind on “Wake Me Up,” a collaboration with French duo Justice: “No afterlife, no other side,” he sings, sounding entranced by the thought. Its 22 tracks play out like the swan song to end all swan songs, joined by a murderer’s row of guests: Future lends a layer of scuzz to the deceptively sweet R&B slow-burner “Enjoy the Show,” Anitta taps in for the nocturnal baile funk of “São Paulo,” and frequent collaborator Lana Del Rey makes an appearance on “The Abyss,” where ominous lyrics like, “What’s the point of staying? It’s going up in flames” hit even harder after LA’s devastating fires in January 2025. Tesfaye has dropped repeated hints that this album won’t just close out the trilogy, but also his existence as The Weeknd. If that’s the case, “Without a Warning” encapsulates the arc of an artist who never let success get in the way of his ambition: “Take me to a time/When I was young/And my heart could take the drugs and heartache without loss/But now my bones are frail/And my voice fails/And my tears fall without a warning/Either way, the crowd will scream my name.”

Lyrics

[Intro: The Weeknd] XO Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, no [Verse 1: Playboi Carti & The Weeknd] Ever since I was a jit, knew I was the shit (Ooh, yeah) Shorty keep wanna come 'round, she wanna get hit (Wanna get hit so hard) She think she the main because I keep her by my side Double-O, bust down the watch, she know that I'm timeless (Timeless) I put my son in some Rick I pull that gun off the hip Pockets hold twenty-two clips (Ah) I break her heart, Comme Garçons Put on a shirt, get put on a blimp Bitch like a stain, get ready to lick I had to tell her that ever since I was a jit, knеw I was the shit(Oh) She singin' my songs, she wanna diе lit, tryna get hit House like a bank, deposit this bitch, deposit that check Smile on my face, ain't playing shit, come and get checked (Uh) Ice on my neck, double-O wrist She in the Scat, hell of a 'Cat Fresh out the trench, four hundred packs Uh, yeah, I'm spinnin' in Paris (Uh) Dress for these hoes, they finna flock Just poured a four in a soda, it pop Them drugs finna hit, I'm feelin' ill I'm wrestlin' all of my demons, I feel like The Rock [Chorus: The Weeknd & Playboi Carti] (Shit, uh, yeah) Ever since I was a kid, I been legit (Jit, ooh, nah) If I was you, I would cut up my wrist (Dumb bit') XO tatted all over her body, yeah (Yeah) She just wanna roll and I don't mind it, yeah Ever since I was jit, I been legit (Ooh, nah, uh) You should let her go, she wanna be it (Oh, yeah) Double-O tatted on her body, yeah It don't matter what they say, I'm timeless, yeah (Schyeah) [Verse 2: The Weeknd & Playboi Carti] Oh, city on fire when I'm comin' home Fill up the sky (Yeah), I fill up the Dome They'll play it one day (Yeah), it's a hell of a show But it's gonna hurt 'cause we did it first Feel like Skateboard P, BBC boys on the creep Feel like it's '03, Neptune drum with a beam (Yeah) She hippie-flippin' a bean, she wanna fuck with the team She fell in love with the cream (Yeah), she fell in love with the scene Ooh, yeah, her man quiet, not a peep (Oh, nah) Broke his heart, PTSD (Oh, nah) Hold his chest, let it breathe Let it breathe, niggas scheme And I got a priest, he got a cross Get out of line, send him to God I shed a tear, pray for a loss, ooh, yeah (Yeah) [Chorus: The Weeknd & Playboi Carti] Ever since I was a kid, I been legit (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, oh, oh) If I was you, I would cut up my wrist (Ah) XO tatted all over her body, yeah (Body, yeah) She just wanna roll and I don't mind it, yeah Ever since I was jit, I been legit (Yeah, ooh, nah) You should let her go, she wanna be it (Oh, nah) Double-O tatted on her body, yeah (Body, yeah) It don't matter what they say, I'm timeless [Outro: The Weeknd & Playboi Carti] Timeless (Oh), timeless, timeless Timeless, timeless, timeless, we timeless, oh Timeless, timeless, timeless (Yeah), timeless Timeless (Yeah), timeless, timeless, we timeless, oh Oh (Blatt) Oh (Yuh, lit)
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