Listen, Mp3 Download, Get Lyrics – Escape From LA by The Weeknd. The song was produced by Metro Boomin, Illangelo & The Weeknd.
Despite coming out the gate as a good Canadian boy, The Weeknd quickly found himself drawn to the high-class lifestyle of the often debaucherous Los Angeles elite. Before long, the After Hours singer was getting romantically involved with the likes of Bella Hadid and Selena Gomez, injecting his music with enough subs and subtle references to make Taylor Swift proud. Still, Weeknd has always remained rock-solid in realizing his artistic vision, which has gone a long way in cementing him as one of the game’s most appreciated tortured souls.
While his latest album — itself a dark and hazy odyssey through his mind — is only hours young, many have already named the lengthy epic “Escape From LA” to be an easy highlight. With production from Metro Boomin, Illangelo, and Abel himself, the melancholic track puts LA’s hollow-eyed lifestyle on trial; evidently, Weekend is content to play both prosecutor and defendant. Laying down lyrics borne of sun-soaked hangovers and passionate breakup sex, some fans have even suggested lowkey references to exes like the aforementioned Gomez and Hadid — particularly present during the climactic verse.
Check out the sexually-charged (yet somehow emotionally devastating) ballad now, and sound off in the comments — did The Weeknd deliver one of the best albums of the year so far with After Hours?
The Weeknd – Escape From LA (prod. Metro Boomin, Illangelo & The Weeknd)
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You pillow talk to me about the men who try to get in between us
They buy you bags and jewelry, yeah
They think your kindness is so weak
Know you don’t give it up so easy, baby
But you just wanted my attention
You just wanted my affection
You got me tattooed on your mind
You just want me all the time
We’ll figure out our shit and find a way (Oh, yeah)
When you say that you need space, I give you space (You space)
Girl, when you’re ready, you know where I stay
When it comes to all these hoes, I’ll never chase
But this world is such a, such an evil place
And these hoes will always find a way
‘Cause when I’m on the liquor, I go crazy
And for that pussy, you know I’m a slave, yeah
[Chorus]
Well this place is never what it seems
Take me out LA
Take me out of LA
This place will be the end of me
Take me out LA
Take me out of LA, yeah
[Verse 2]
Yeah
I’m in the Spyder Porsche cruisin’ down the street
Black on black venom colored seats
Keanu Reeves, the way a nigga speed
Diamond cross hangin’ off of me
I’m fighting for my soul, Constantine
And it’s slowly burning, it was never cheap
If you seen what I seen, you wouldn’t sleep
I can’t sleep
‘Cause I got everything I wanted
Got the money, got the cars, got the ceiling with the stars
Got everything I wanted
But I’d be nothing without you
Gave you everything you wanted
Gave you power, gave you life, gave you space so you can shine
Gave you everything you wanted
But none of that matters to you, oh-oh
[Chorus]
This place (This place) is never what it seems
Take me out LA
Take me out of LA
(Oh, out LA, oh) This place will be the end of me
Take me out LA
Take me out of LA, yeah
[Bridge]
Woah, no, oh, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, ooh-woah
Oh-ah, no, no, no, no, woah-woah
Oh, no, oh
Hold up
She pulled up to the studio
Nobody’s watching
She closed the door and then she locked it
For me, for me
We had sex in the studio
Nobody walked in
I cut my verse and then she popped it
For me, for me
LA girls all look the same
I can’t recognize
The same work done on they face
I don’t criticize
She a cold-hearted bitch with no shame
But her throat too fire
She got Chrome Hearts hangin’ from her neck
And them shits going wild
When she ride, she hold tight
She gon’ ride ’til sweat fall down her spine
She’s all mine for the night
She’s all mine until he calls her line
[Outro]
She pulled up to the studio
Nobody’s watching
She closed the door and then she locked it
For me, for me
We had sex in the studio
Nobody walked in
I cut my verse and then she popped it
For me, for me
Oh-oh, oh-oh