(Chorus – The Weeknd) Oh, no praying for love Oh, say loud Just ask the lonely, oh Just ask the lonely, oh
(Verse 1 – Travi$ Scott) Pray for who lost they fate, and died too young Pray for the ones I hate, the ones I love Pray for my liver when I’m off, in this club I pray that the, demons go away, they haunting us Man I can’t take no more of this lifestyle we been living Man I can’t take no more of the white powers in position Gotta grab J-Will, gotta scoop up J-Rich Told Chase we ain’t going back, you know, we gotta hitch I mean I’m, aggravated, agitated, I admit Intoxicated, animated, got me feeling kinda lit Contemplating fornicating, might as well f**k up some s**t They looking at me way too crazy, got me feeling communist But I’m just trying to save the throne, pray for Bones, pray for Stix If my album never sell, then we gong hit that lick Tell Lamar, call up Cash, tell him buzz me at the Ritz It’s the weekend, we off the deep end, you need to pray for us
(Repeat Chorus)
(Bridge – Travi$ Scott) Pills Have you ever been through life’s Challenges? Promises? Get down here, I’m praying
(Verse 2 – Travi$ Scott & The Weeknd) Let me tell the lost tale about Jacques Let me tell you how I turned Scott How I went down on the block Waterfall around ten o’clock And how we came up getting all the knots, dodging cops, yeah Fore a ni**a had the locks Fore a ni**a had the chain, fore I had the bops Always kept my city on me like it was a swatch Every time we in the party, took it up a notch Now I’m thinking gbout this new girl, and she doing pop ohhh Wanna know my d**k longer than a Pringle box Don’t pray for love Tired of seeing these black kids on the face of FOX ohhh And f**k CNN, they don’t wanna see us win, Said I Mama don’t you worry no, no more, worry no, no more I’ma take you from the first to the ninetieth floor You always told me what I plant, that s**t gotta grow And anything I detonate, that shit gotta blow Pray for love
(Bridge – The Weeknd & Travi$ Scott) No, oh We don’t pray for love, no more We don’t wanna see you on the cover of a carton, no more We don’t wanna see you on the news, no more All alone
(Verse 3 – The Weeknd) Underrated is an understatement They trying to test greatness, a ni**a tryna get paid These ni**as fiends watching all of my moves Cause the music like crack, got me cooking all day I’m right here, you know where I stay And if you don’t, then ask your girl, she probably know the way She like my show lights, she want to be wife She know that if she got me that she gon be good for life So I pull out fore the climax Faster than a hi hat, sorry baby, I don’t play And if I did, you know my kids would be balling And my daughter gon never meet a ni**a like me My ni**as pull up in that Rolls Royce Like they sell that coke boy, shout out to the Coke Boys They never pray for us, nobody pray for us Nobody pray, no, no, no, no, no