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 MP3Email Print “The Hills” lyrics THE WEEKND LYRICS “The Hills” 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?  Submit Corrections Thanks to Yorleni, Isabelle, Hidayah Hishamly, Ntsika Ngcobo for correcting these lyrics. Writer(s): Emmanuel Nickerson, Carlo Montagnese, Ahmad Balshe Copyright: Connoisseur Of Connisseurs, Cp Music Group Inc., Sony/ATV Ballad, Songs Of Hear The Art, WB Music Corp.  A-Z Lyrics W THE WEEKND Lyrics “Beauty Behind The Madness” (2015)  Search Request Lyrics  Submit Lyrics Soundtracks Music Videos FacebookLinks Advertise Here  Privacy Policy DMCA Policy Contact Us Powered by  THE WEEKND lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. “The Hills” lyrics provided for educational purposes and personal use only. Copyright © 2000-2015 AZLyrics.com 

When i say that i love women. I dont want you to think of it in a sense of me being a perv, a  male chauvinist pig, a creepo, or any other term that has been said in a negative way. Think of it more as a Woman Connoisseur.

    Connoisseur:
        1: expert; especially : one who understands the details, technique, or                     principles of an art and is competent to act as a critical judge 
        2: one who enjoys with discrimination and appreciation of subtleties <a                     connoisseur of fine wines>

See where most might look at a woman and just see her as someone they wanna sleep with, they just look at her ass and tits and dont see nothing else. They never see the subtleties. They dont notice how she shaded in her eye make up to compliment her eyes,  they dont notice the choice of shoes to match her purse, how she  reveals just enough but still leaves room for the mind to create mysteries. Even the way she walks, and the way she talks to stimulate the mind. Just as a Art Connoisseur is able to look at a painting and notice how the artist stroked each paint brush, how the artist used certain colors to express their emotion, and which exact message the artist was trying to get across. Thats how I am with a Womans beauty. I can look at it and notice what she is trying to hide and what she is trying to express.

See women are the modern day artists. They are able to take a blank canvas (their naked bodies) and they construct it, they paint it, and decorate it to make the most beautiful painting.  An Immaculate piece of art. Now dont get me wrong. Not all women are artists. Im not talking bout the one with her boobs out to get attention. Im not talking bout to the one with extra thick eye liner on cause she doesnt know wats the best kind to get to compliment her eyes. Im talking about the ones who plan out their wardrobe from head to toe to the T. Who understand themselves and knows her face and body like no one else and can create a masterpiece.

so next time you are sitting at an open patio cafe, and you see a beautiful lady walk by, take a look at her. Check her out. I dont mean check out her ass or tits. No, I mean look at her. Look how she moves so elegantly, look how her hair falls just the way she intended it, with each curl bouncing as planned. Admire her work and pay compliment when a compliment is due. I mean since when is admiring beauty a bad thing?

“The woman who appeals to a man’s vanity may stimulate him, the woman who appeals to his heart may attract him, but it is the woman who appeals to his imagination who gets him”~Helen Rowland