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The Weeknd — Kiss Land

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Capo 3

Intro: Cm Cm }x4

Verse 1:
       Cm                Cm                  Cm   Cm
When I got on stage, she swore I was six feet tall
             Cm                            Cm               
But when she put it in her mouth she can't seem to reach my 
 Cm          Cm
(ball, ball, ball)
Cm                         Cm                      Cm      
Ballin' ain't an issue for me, I'll make a hundred stacks 
               Cm        
right back next week
          Cm         Cm                       Cm             Cm
Do it all again, I'm faded off the wrong thing, the wrong thing
           Cm      Cm             Cm        Cm            
And I'll admit baby, I'm a little camera shy
      Cm                   Cm                 Cm          Cm
But exceptions can be made baby, cause you're too damn fly
             Cm    Cm           Cm            Cm
For what it's worth, I hope you enjoy the show
                Cm                    Cm
Cause if you're back here only takin' pictures
                           Cm      Cm
You gon' have to take your ass home

Bridge:
          Cm                   Cm          Cm          Cm
Cause the only thing you're takin' is your clothes off baby
         Cm                              Cm  
Go 'head girl, strip it down, close your mouth
                       C
I just wanna hear your body talk

Hook:
Cm                                         
(Nothing is going to change my love for you)
(Nothing is going to change my love for you)
   Cm
Oh girl, don’t hold back, let it out
Cm
(Nothing is going to change my love for you)
(Nothing is going to change my love for you)
   Cm
Oh girl, don’t hold back, let it out
Cm
(Nothing is going to change my love for you)
(Nothing is going to change my love for you)
Cm
Don’t hold back, let it out
Cm
(Nothing is going to change my love for you)
(Nothing is going to change my love for you)

Cm (Sustain)
Don’t hold back

Verse 2:
        Cm                            Cm
You can meet me in the room where the kisses ain't free
Cm                      Cm
You gotta pay with your body
           Cm                       Cm
Not really into kisses leading into nothing
         Cm                        Cm
I'm into shows every night, if you play your cards right
       Cm                       Cm
I might fuck around, bring your whole crew on tour
Cm                    Cm
Fuck around, turn you to my west coast girl
Cm                        Cm
Until they book a show in NYC
      Cm                      Cm
Gotta fly back east where the city don't sleep
Cm   Cm                         Cm    Cm
Woah, I'm tryna finish all this potion
     Cm            Cm                      Cm     Cm
Baby take your time, tryna sip it 'til the mornin'
              Cm       Cm                         Cm     Cm
And if you're still up, I'm tryna fuck you in the mornin'
         Cm             Cm                           Cm      
Said I'm two days strong, and never sleep until it's mornin',
           Cm 
until the morning

Bridge

Hook

Interlude: Cm Cm (Slow Strums)
           Cm | Cm Cm }x4

Verse 3:
Cm                                    Cm      Cm          Cm
I got a brand new place, I think I've seen it twice all year
Cm                                  Cm           Cm      
I can't remember how it looks inside, so you can picture 
                  Cm
how my life's been
Cm                                       Cm    Cm              
I went from starin' at the same four walls for 21 years
          Cm     Cm                    
To seein' the whole world in just twelve months
                 Cm7                         
Been gone for so long I might have just found God
   Cm                                   Cm
Well probably not, if I keep my habits up
Cm                                      Cm
Probably not if I can't keep up with lovin'
Cm                                        Cm     
And I can't stand talkin' to brand new girls
     Cm                                               Cm
Only bitches down to fuck when you shower them with ones
Cm                                     Cm
Probably not if my niggas round them up
Cm                                   Cm
Probably not if we take 'em to my spot
Cm                              Cm      Cm
Probably not if I tweak all day just to sleep at night
God damn I'm high
   Cm           
My doctor told me to stop
                            Cm
And he gave me something to pop
      Cm                                                    Cm
And I mix it up with some Adderall's and I wait to get to the top
      Cm                                                 Cm
And I mix it up with some alcohol and I pour it up in a shot
Cm                                              Cm
I don't care about you, why you worried 'bout me?
Cm                                                 Cm
All I want is that smoke, give me all of that smoke
Cm                                                         Cm
Last week was my rough week, I'm still drippin' down from my nose
    Cm                                                  Cm
And I don't know how to drive, I make my driver get high
          Cm                                              Cm
But If he goes under that 110, believe my driver get fired
    Cm                                           Cm
And I don't got any friends, I got XO in my bloodwork
        Cm
And I'm posted up down in Florida, 
                        Cm
Ft. Lauderdale to that MIA
Cm
Cold drinks with Grand Marnier
                             Cm
To the break of dawn, Kahlua milk
Cm
White Russian when the sun hits
                             Cm
White Russians with tongue tricks
   Cm 
I like the feeling of tongue rings
                                 Cm
She like the way my whole tongue flip
    Cm
She grind hard for tuition
                              Cm
She grind hard til' her teeth chip
  Cm
I make her hide it with gold grills
                               Cm
I make her suck it with gold grills
       Cm
In the back room of the VIP

She don't ever sleep…

Outro:
           Cm          Cm
This ain't nothing to relate to (x4)
            Cm                         
Even if you tried, you tried, you tried
Cm   Cm
You tried, you tried, you tried
Cm   Cm
You tried, you tried, you tried
Cm   Cm
You tried, you tried, you tried
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