The_Hills钢琴简谱_数字双手_The_Weeknd-简谱

The Hills钢琴简谱歌词

Your man on the road, he doing promo

You said keep our business on the low-low

I'm just tryna get you out the friend zone

'Cause you look even better than the photos

I can't find your house, send me the info

Driving through the gated residential

Found out I was coming, sent your friends home

Keep on tryna hide it but your friends know

I only call you when it's half past five

The only time that I'll be by your side

I only love it when you touch me, not feel me

When I'm fucked up, that's the real me

When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, yeah

I only fuck you when it's half past five

The only time I'd ever call you mine

I only love it when you touch me, not feel me

When I'm fucked up, that's the real me

When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, babe

I'ma let you know and keep it simple

Tryna keep it up, don't seem so simple

I just fucked two bitches 'fore I saw you

You gon' have to do it at my tempo

Always tryna send me off to rehab

Drugs start to feeling like it's decaf

I'm just tryna live life for the moment

And all these motherfuckers want a real love

I only call you when it's half past five

The only time that I'll be by your side

I only love it when you touch me, not feel me

When I'm fucked up, that's the real me

When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, yeah

I only fuck you when it's half past five

The only time I'd ever call you mine

I only love it when you touch me, not feel me

When I'm fucked up, that's the real me

When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, babe

Hills have eyes, the hills have eyes

Who are you to judge, who are you to judge?

Hide your lies, girl, hide your lies

Only you to trust, only you

I only call you when it's half past five

The only time that I'll be by your side

I only love it when you touch me, not feel me

When I'm fucked up, that's the real me

When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, yeah

I only fuck you when it's half past five

The only time I'd ever call you mine

I only love it when you touch me, not feel me

When I'm fucked up, that's the real me

When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, babe

What about love? What about love?