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Grammy Weeknd
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Lucidious
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(Yeah) All these people creeping out the woods are leeches (leeches) Soon they see the numbers, I can feel them reaching (reaching) I'm feeling like the Grammy's cutting out The Weeknd (Weeknd) I don't let you in my circle, I'm not here to pretend (pretend) (Yeah, stop it) Get the f**k out of my pockets I get ticked off whenever I drop this In the public, dealing with the nonsense Bullsh*t, that's been filling up my comments If you had a clue what wе had to do just to make it through this Then you would take a stеp back before you go typing all that sh*t So, what's it like to be an artist? Idolize if we make it But got frowned upon when we started Some say we're c*cky (maybe) Some think we're too modest Most draining your body, but Some care what your heart is Most start breaking words they promised They locks us out of the playlist Because we don't fit in your agenda Pain is now a fraction of the penny Tell me how the f**k you expect us to make a living off of music All of you abusing all of the algorithms, we don't really find it amusing I ain't cutting out the weakest, someone can feel the confusion (You must think all of us are stupid) All these people creeping out the woods are leeches Soon they see the numbers, I can feel them reaching I'm feeling like the Grammy's cutting out The Weeknd I don't let you in my circle, I'm not here to pretend (So) Lemme get this straight Why would I go on sign my name on a doc*ment making me hydroplane down a path I hate? Still, I complain, I want fame But not at the cost of giving up all the freedom that I've attained I contain myself and I refrain saying f**k these games, I don't like to play I've chilled out, I've been acting peaceful I still came here to battle evil And I speak out from an angry crowd And I won't stop 'til the day they treat artists equal You crush their dreams And 99% gave up on what they loved They paid their rent You played us long enough with no respect I came to kill the Grammy's and repent All these people creeping out the woods are leeches (leeches) Soon they see the numbers, I can feel them reaching (reaching) I'm feeling like the Grammy's cutting out The Weeknd (Weeknd) I don't let you in my circle, I'm not here to pretend (pretend) Yeah They digging in our pockets So now we're screaming "f**k the Grammy's" We just living in a spotlight They don't seem to understand me Taking profit off the top So now we're screaming "f**k the Grammy's" Time to pay us what we're due Before the industry is buried (buried) All this people creeping out always in tha way Soon as they see us they seem not to understand Feelin like under service mother f**kers I don't let you in my circle, I'm not here to pretend (pretend)
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