The Weeknd – False Idols (Guitar)

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  Oh-oh-oh

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Sipped a cup and then I nod

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Made a hundred million, must be good at my job

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I done made it out the land of the brave

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I can tell you shake my hands that it's fake

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Free the guys, the ones who never made a statement

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Slidin' with a Drac', I made it home safe

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Baseball numbers on all of my contracts

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Billionaires buddies, they all in my contacts

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  I get you hit on GP, they want nothin' back

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Made twenty million last month, tryna run it back (Run it back)

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Watches over like a God

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  It goes down, I'm the onе they gon' blame

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 Gotta leave, whеre my soul, how I came

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I know it look lit when I'm rockin' these chains

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But I went through a lot for this money and fame

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(This money and fame, this money and fame)

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  I did a lot to get here? No comment

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I put a lot in my ear, both of 'em

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  The 'Rari is fast as it gets, hold on

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I'm 'bout to take off, bear with me

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I don't wanna beef with you niggas

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My beef with the system, big bro at the end of his habeas

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I talk to him daily, I told him he still comin' home

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I just hope he don't think I'm just sayin' shit

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The money keeps comin', the feelin' is great

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I pay eight-figure taxes, no more section eight

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I was workin' my wrist tryna see what it take

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Made a thirty do sixty, the feeling's amazing

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Now I can charge by the hour

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A sixty minutes set, they pay me a million, that's crazy

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My diamonds really be diamonds, no shade

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I'm goin' all in, no stoppin', okay

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Watches over like a God

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Makes you hurt again

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We will change for you

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We will die for you, ah-huh (Yeah-yeah)

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Be careful who you call God

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L.A filled with fake prophecies

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They hate it when you get on top

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Magazines tarnish legacies

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Can you tell me, how much do they cost?

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A hundred mill' ain't a stretch for me

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Packin' stadiums 'cause I'm a star

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Bots can't buy box seats

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If you ain't down, you an enemy

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I got followers that'll kill for me

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And they linin' up like a DMV

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With the finest girls that you've ever seen

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She from California, she's sober lite

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Diet Coke with the coke diet

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She ride my face till my stash white

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She got Chrome Hearts on with the black attire

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My niggas roll with the chrome and the heavy metal

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Talkin' guns, no roses, it ain't Coachella

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I'm a good fella, I'm a good fella

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I'm in paradise, I'm in paradise

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But these false idols got me terrified

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I'm so terrified, I feel terrified

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Life is war in the face of God

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We still walkin' with the cameras off

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She a femme fatale, she's a superstar

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Even down to the way that she breakin' hearts

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She ain't actin', I'm not an actor

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'Cause reality's, what I'm after

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Real emotions, I'm tryna capture

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Suck my soul up like the rapture

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Don't remember my lines, but I'll cut up these lines

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Rumors that you heard about me is right

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Even startin' to believin' all their lies

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I'm even startin' to believin' all their lies

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  So terrified in this paradise

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  I'm so terrified, oh

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Watches over like a God (Oh-oh, oh)

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  Makes you hurt again

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We will change for you

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We will die for you, ah-huh

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Ooh-ooh

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Ooh-ooh

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Ooh-ooh

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He is coming

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He will find her

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He will fix her

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To make us better, ooh

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  Ooh, ooh, ooh

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Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

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Like a God in the sky watchin' over you

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Put your heart in his hands and you'll be brand new

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Like a God

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Like a, mm-mhm-mm

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Like a God