Bring the drugs baby I can bring my pain

the signs as the weeknd lyrics
  • aries: i ain't playing with your heart, it's just a habit to let bitches know the truth.
  • taurus: i'm falling 'cause i'm numb from the neck down.
  • gemini: now my madness, is the only love i let myself embrace.
  • cancer: you taught me how to feel, when nobody ever would, and you taught me how to love what nobody ever could.
  • leo: i ain't scared of the fall, i've hit the ground before.
  • virgo: seems like pain and regret are your best friends.
  • libra: bring your love baby, i could bring my shame, bring the drugs baby, i could bring my pain.
  • scorpio: i ain't lied to nobody but me.
  • sagittarius: baby i'm a pro at letting go, love it how they come and go.
  • capricorn: well baby i've been alone for almost all my life, what makes you think that you can ever do me right?
  • aquarius: they don't want my love, they just want my potential.
  • pisces: for a dreamer, night's the only time of day.
☆ random lyrics sentence starters ☆
  • "I was praying that you and me might end up together"
  • "The big, big bang -- the reason I'm alive"
  • "Time can heal, but the scars only hide the way you feel"
  • "Here in the end , it's just me and you"
  • "I drink too much and that's an issue but I'm okay"
  • "I'd rather stand tall than live on my knees"
  • "Yo, this song will never be on the radio"
  • "My mind's a kaleidoscope, it thinks too fast"
  • "Bring your love baby ,I could bring my shame"
  • "My demons are begging me to open up my mouth, I need them mechanically make the words come out"
  • "Bring the drugs baby ,I could bring my pain"
  • "Oh, I never done this before ,never wanna do this again"
  • "A pretty picture but the scenery is so loud"
  • "My touch is black and poisonous"
  • "I'm the last one that you'll ever remember"
  • "Put on the glitter that your soul hides behind"
  • "You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece"
  • "And I was thinking to myself, 'this could be heaven or this could be hell' "
  • "Just take my hand, I'll make it feel so much better tonight."
  • "It won't be in vain to swallow all your pain"
  • "Faces in the crowd will smile again and the devil may cry"
  • "I dodge the blast, and apologize for collateral damage"
  • "You don't know what that means because a kitchen sink to you is not a kitchen sink to me, ok friend?"
  • "I'm searching for something that I can't reach"
  • "I like the sad eyes, bad guys , mouth full of white lies"
  • "Maybe if I don't cry, I won't feel anymore"
  • "I was your amber, but now she's your shade of gold"
  • "You see me standing, but I'm dying on the floor"

Tesfaye seemed a bit nervous - not surprising for an artist who initially kept his name a secret, and even now banned cameras from the show. Though finally front and centre, he wore a camouflage jacket and remained strikingly still as if to be as unobtrusive as possible. Still, he confidently opened with High for This, causing the lit-fuse crowd to go off. At times he seemed taken aback by the reception, standing there, mike in both hands, staring out as the crowd sang his words back to him. It was an emotional night, and that came through in his voice, whether weaving through slow jams like The Party and the After Party or (relatively) upbeat romps like House of Balloons/Glass Table Girls.

During Wicked Games, the show’s epic peak, arms raising unironic lighters filled the air as his emotion-ravaged voice crooned “Bring your love baby/I can bring my shame/Bring the drugs baby/I can bring my pain” amidst a roiling rhythm and grinding guitar. The sing-alongs turned his abject loneliness into a communal catharsis. But the edge remained, be it the unrelenting dirtiness of Loft Music or the encore cut The Birds (Part 1) which used martial drums and strobe lights to amplify the implied threat: “Don’t make me make you fall in love.”

On new song Rolling Stone, Tesfaye sings “Baby I got you/Until you’re used to my face/And my mystery fades” which could’ve been his career epitaph if he’d faltered here. Until now, the Weeknd has existed as almost a figment of our collective imaginations, his ascent fuelled by anonymity, his communications coming via Twitter and Tumblr, his music existing only as web-distributed ones and zeroes. He could’ve dissipated like a dotcom bubble. But by bringing his aching digi-laments out of the Internet’s shadows and onto the stage, Tesfaye triumphantly proved that the Weeknd has no end in sight.

—  The Globe and Mail about Abel back in 2011