Biography:
Navraj Singh Goraya was born on November 3, 1989 in Toronto, Ontario and was raised in the city's suburban Rexdale neighbourhood. He is of Punjabi descent; his parents are Sikhs originally from the northern state of Punjab in India. His mother was involved in computer manufacturing and his father operated a forklift. Goraya first became interested in music after his mother bought him a boombox in the third grade. His uncle, who was a popular singer in Punjab, also brought him to a studio.
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[Intro: The Weeknd]
C A#m Am G
Yeah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
C A#m Am G
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, yeah
[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
C A#m Am G
If I'ma talk, I'ma talk, I'ma keep it real
C A#m Am G
Me and my boys, and my boys, we would split a pill
C A#m Am G
Noodles and pots in a pot was a nigga meal
C A#m Am G
Now that we on, that we on, we gon' split a mill'
C A#m Am G
I take a jet, take a jet when I'm overseas
C A#m Am G
None of my girls, of my girls gon' get over me
C A#m Am G
Shout-out to Hawk, shout-out Dooly, shout-out Hennessy
C A#m Am G
Them be my bros, be my bros 'til the death of me
C A#m Am G
Nobody, nobody know how I really be
C A#m Am G
I got some bars for a nigga if he wanna see
C A#m Am G
Dress up your talk if a nigga wanna talk to me
C A#m Am G
Fuck your phone calls, I don't want apologies
C A#m Am G
Everyone said, yeah, they said I was gonna peak
C A#m Am G
Most number ones, number ones in a nigga league
C A#m Am G
I think your girl, think your girl, fell in love with me
C A#m Am G
She say my fuck, and my tongue game a remedy
[Chorus: The Weeknd]
C A#m Am G
Oh yeah, yeah
C A#m Am G
I just hit a lick, and I know you feelin' some way
C A#m Am G
(Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)
C A#m Am G
I just took that chick, and I know you feelin' some way, oh yeah
C A#m Am G
She just want a nigga like me, you feelin' some way, way, way
C A#m Am G
She just want a nigga like me, I play no
[Verse 2: Nav]
C
Way, we got 'em feelin' some way
C
Way, 'cause you see XO in the place, told her, "Wait"
C A#m Am G
I gotta get myself together, it's a date
C A#m Am G
I spent two thousand on a sweater, way
C A#m Am G
I think the belts inside the store look better on my waist
C A#m Am G
I think my nuts look better on her face
C A#m Am G
This bitch got addicted, all she did was take a taste
C A#m Am G
Now you gettin' mad because you got replaced
C A#m Am G
The brown boy and the Starboy on a track
C A#m Am G
Haters gonna say "this shit is wack"
C A#m Am G
I went to the hills straight from the trap
C A#m Am G
I'ma fuck your bitch and give her back
C A#m Am G
She said she pop pills, I told her "Stop it"
C A#m Am G
Check my little pocket, I got options
C A#m Am G
I'm the first brown boy to get it poppin'
C A#m Am G
If I say the word, my shooters gonna pop 'em
[Chorus: The Weeknd]
C A#m Am G
Oh yeah, yeah
C A#m Am G
I just hit a lick, and I know you feelin' some way
C A#m Am G
(Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)
C A#m Am G
I just took that chick, and I know you feelin' some way, oh yeah
C A#m Am G
She just want a nigga like me, you feelin' some way, way, way
C A#m Am G
She just want a nigga like me, I play no games
C A#m Am G
Yeah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
C A#m Am G
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, yeah
[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
C A#m Am G
If I'ma talk, I'ma talk, I'ma keep it real
C A#m Am G
Me and my boys, and my boys, we would split a pill
C A#m Am G
Noodles and pots in a pot was a nigga meal
C A#m Am G
Now that we on, that we on, we gon' split a mill'
C A#m Am G
I take a jet, take a jet when I'm overseas
C A#m Am G
None of my girls, of my girls gon' get over me
C A#m Am G
Shout-out to Hawk, shout-out Dooly, shout-out Hennessy
C A#m Am G
Them be my bros, be my bros 'til the death of me
C A#m Am G
Nobody, nobody know how I really be
C A#m Am G
I got some bars for a nigga if he wanna see
C A#m Am G
Dress up your talk if a nigga wanna talk to me
C A#m Am G
Fuck your phone calls, I don't want apologies
C A#m Am G
Everyone said, yeah, they said I was gonna peak
C A#m Am G
Most number ones, number ones in a nigga league
C A#m Am G
I think your girl, think your girl, fell in love with me
C A#m Am G
She say my fuck, and my tongue game a remedy
[Chorus: The Weeknd]
C A#m Am G
Oh yeah, yeah
C A#m Am G
I just hit a lick, and I know you feelin' some way
C A#m Am G
(Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)
C A#m Am G
I just took that chick, and I know you feelin' some way, oh yeah
C A#m Am G
She just want a nigga like me, you feelin' some way, way, way
C A#m Am G
She just want a nigga like me, I play no
[Verse 2: Nav]
C
Way, we got 'em feelin' some way
C
Way, 'cause you see XO in the place, told her, "Wait"
C A#m Am G
I gotta get myself together, it's a date
C A#m Am G
I spent two thousand on a sweater, way
C A#m Am G
I think the belts inside the store look better on my waist
C A#m Am G
I think my nuts look better on her face
C A#m Am G
This bitch got addicted, all she did was take a taste
C A#m Am G
Now you gettin' mad because you got replaced
C A#m Am G
The brown boy and the Starboy on a track
C A#m Am G
Haters gonna say "this shit is wack"
C A#m Am G
I went to the hills straight from the trap
C A#m Am G
I'ma fuck your bitch and give her back
C A#m Am G
She said she pop pills, I told her "Stop it"
C A#m Am G
Check my little pocket, I got options
C A#m Am G
I'm the first brown boy to get it poppin'
C A#m Am G
If I say the word, my shooters gonna pop 'em
[Chorus: The Weeknd]
C A#m Am G
Oh yeah, yeah
C A#m Am G
I just hit a lick, and I know you feelin' some way
C A#m Am G
(Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)
C A#m Am G
I just took that chick, and I know you feelin' some way, oh yeah
C A#m Am G
She just want a nigga like me, you feelin' some way, way, way
C A#m Am G
She just want a nigga like me, I play no games
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