Kiss Land Chords by The Weeknd

[Intro]
Bm7 E7 Bm7 Esus4 A Esus4 Bm7 E
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Esus4 E F#m G F#m
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[Verse]
       F#m                                       
When I got on stage she swore I was six feet tall
             G             F#m  
But when she put it in her mouth
    F#m                   
She can't seem to reach my
F#m                          
Ballin' ain't an issue for me
            F#m                                
I'll make a hundred stacks right back next week
F#m                                                          
Do it all again I'm faded off the wrong thing the wrong thing
                          F#m             
And I'll admit baby I'm a little camerashy
                           F#m                            
But exceptions can be made baby 'cause you're too damn fly
                      F#m                    
For what it's worth I hope you enjoy the show
                           C#7                 
'cause if you're back here only takin' pictures
C#7                                
You gon' have to take your ass home
                                            F#m        
'cause the only thing you're takin' is your clothes off
              F#m                           
Go 'head girl strip it down close your mouth
       F#m                      
I just wanna hear your body talk
              F#m                 
Oh girl don't hold back let it out
        F#m                       
Oh girl don't hold back let it out
F#m                       
Don't hold back let it out
F#m            
Don't hold back
                   F#m                                 
You can meet me in the room where the kisses ain't free
              F#m           
You gotta pay with your body
F#m                                        
Not really into kisses leading into nothing
                              F#m                      
I'm into shows every night if you play your cards right
        C#7                                      
I might fuck around bring your whole crew on tour
     C#7                                  
Fuck around turn you to my West Coast girl
           F#m               
Until they book a show in NYC
               F#m                            
Gotta fly back east where the city don't sleep
F#m                                  
Woah I'm tryna finish all this potion
     F#m                                         
Baby take your time tryna sip it 'til the mornin'


[Chorus]
              F#m                                       
And if you're still up I'm tryna fuck you in the mornin'
                  F#m   
Said I'm two days strong
                           G                 F#m    
And never sleep until it's mornin' until the mornin'
           F#m                                         
'cause the only thing you're takin' is your clothes off
                                  G         
Go 'head girl strip it down close your mouth
       F#m                      
I just wanna hear your body talk
                            F#m   
Oh yeah don't hold back let it out
        G                           
Oh girl ■ don't hold back let it out
           G              
Don't hold back let it out
G                      
Oh yeah don't hold back
                                F#m                            
I got a brand new place I think ■   I've seen it twice all year
        F#m                         
I can't remember how it looks inside
       F#m                           
So you can picture how my life's been
  F#m                                                         
I went from starin' at the same four walls for twentyone years


[Verse]
                                         F#m   
To seein' the whole world in just twelve months
                                        C#7      
Been gone for so long I might have just found God
     C#7                                
Well probably not if I keep my habits up
                             C#7           
Probably not if I can't keep up with lovin'
                          F#m7              
And I can't stand talkin' to brand new girls
F#m                                                     
Only bitches down to fuck when you shower them with ones
                                     F#m
Probably not if my niggas round them up 
             F#m                      
Probably not if we take 'em to my spot
                            F#m                       
Probably not if I tweak all day just to sleep at night
F#m             
Goddamn I'm high
          F#m            
My doctor told me to stop
F#m                            
And he gave me somethin' to pop
             F#m                    
And I mix it up with some Adderall's
                  C#7       
And I wait to get to the top
                                        C#7                 
And I mix it up with some alcohol and I pour it up in a shot
  C#7                                          
I don't care about you why you worried 'bout me
                                 F#m7             
All I want is that smoke give me all of that smoke
          F#m              
Last week was my rough week
          F#m                       
I'm still drippin' down from my nose
                                                   F#m 
And I don't know how to drive I make my driver get high
                              F#m                                        
But If he goes under that one hundred and ten believe my driver get fired
                F#m                                 
And I don't got any friends I got XO in my bloodwork
                  F#m            
And I'm posted up down in Florida
F#m                      
Ft Lauderdale to that MIA
F#m                           
Cold drinks with Grand Marnier
F#m                             
To the break of dawn Kahlua milk


[Chorus]
              F#m7             
White Russian when the sun hits
                           F#m7  
White Russians with tongue tricks
F#m F#m7 F#m                        
I   like the feeling of tongue rings
                          F#m7       
She like the way my whole tongue flip
          F#m7            
She grind hard for tuition
                        F#m       
She grind hard 'til her teeth chip
       F#m                         
I make her hide it with gold grills
  F#m                              
I make her suck it with gold grills
   F#m                                          
In the back room of the VIP she don't ever sleep
                      F#m7     
This ain't nothing to relate to
                      F#m    F#m7
This ain't nothing to relate to  
F#m                   F#m7     
This ain't nothing to relate to
F#m        F#m7    F#m       F#m7
This ain't nothing to relate to  
C#7         F#m                      
Even if you tried you tried you tried
    F#m                      
You tried you tried you tried
    F#m7      F#m            
You tried you tried you tried
    F#m                      
You tried you tried you tried


[Outro]
F#m                            
This ain't nothing to relate to
F#m                            
This ain't nothing to relate to
           F#m                 
This ain't nothing to relate to
                      F#m      
This ain't nothing to relate to
                                F#m  
Even if you tried you tried you tried
          F#m                
You tried you tried you tried
    F#m                      
You tried you tried you tried


[End]
                    F#m      
You tried you tried you tried