The Weeknd, Travi$ Scott - Pray 4 Love

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
Oh, no praying for love,
Oh, say loud,
Just ask the lonely, oh!
Just ask the lonely, oh!

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Pray for who lost they fate, and died too young,
Pray for the ones I hate, the ones I love,
Pray for my liver when I'm off, in this club,
I pray that the, demons go away, they hauntin us.
Man, I can't take no more of this lifestyle we been livin,
Man, I can't take no more of the white powers in position.
Gotta grab J. Will, gotta scoop up J. Rich,
Told Chase we ain't goin back, you know, we gotta hitch.
I mean I'm aggravated, agitated, I admit,
Intoxicated, animated, got me feelin kinda lit,
Contemplatin, fornicatin, might as well fuck up some shit,
They lookin at me way too crazy, got me feelin communist
But I'm just tryna to save the throne, pray for Bones, pray for Stix.
If my album never sell, then we gon hit that lick,
Tell Lamar, call up Cash, tell him buzz me at the Ritz,
It's the weekend, we off the deep end, you need to pray for us.

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
Oh, no praying for love,
Oh, say loud,
Just ask the lonely, oh!
Just ask the lonely, oh!

[Bridge: Travis Scott]
Pills,
Have you ever been through life's
Challenges? Promises?
Get down here, I'm prayin.

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Let me tell the lost tale about Jacques,
Let me tell you how I turned Scott,
How I went down on the block,
Waterfall around ten o'clock,
And how we came up gettin all the knots, dodgin cops, yeah!
'Fore a nigga had the locks,
'Fore a nigga had the chain, 'fore I had the bops,
Always kept my city on me like it was a Swatch,
Every time we in the party took it up a notch.
Now I'm thinkin bout this new girl, and she doin pop
Wanna know my dick longer than a Pringle box,
Tired of seein these black kids on the face of FOX,
And fuck CNN, they don't wanna see us win!
Mama, don't you worry no, no more, worry no, no more,
Imma take you from the first to the ninetieth floor,
You always told me what I plant, that shit gotta grow,
And anything I detonate, that shit gotta blow,
Pray for love.

[Bridge: The Weeknd & Travis Scott]
No, oh!
We don't pray for love no more,
We don't wanna see you on the cover of a carton no more,
We don't wanna see you on the news no more,
All alone.

[Verse 3: The Weeknd]
Underrated is an understatement,
They tryna test greatness, a nigga tryna get paid,
These niggas fiends watchin' all of my moves
‘Cause the music like crack, got me cookin' all day.
I'm right here, you know where I stay,
And if you don't, then ask your girl, she probably know the way,
She like my show lights, she want to be wife,
She know that if she got me that she gon' be good for life.
So I pull out 'fore the climax,
Faster than a hi-hat, sorry, baby, I don't play,
And if I did, you know my kids would be ballin',
And my daughter gon' never meet a nigga like me.
My niggas pull up in that Rolls-Royce,
Like they sell that coke boy, shout out to the Coke Boys!
They never pray for us, nobody pray for us,
Nobody pray, no, no, no, no, no!

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
Oh, no praying for love,
Oh, say loud,
Just ask the lonely, oh!
Just ask the lonely, oh!