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The Hills
The Weeknd Lyrics


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Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Your man on the road, he doin' promo
You said, "Keep our business on the low-low"
I'm just tryna get you out the friendzone
'Cause you look even better than the photos
I can't find your house, send me the info
Drivin' through the gated residential
Found out I was comin', 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 call 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, we keep it simple
Tryna keep it up don't seem so simple
I just fucked two bitches 'fore I saw you
And you gon' have to do it at my tempo
Always tryna send me off to rehab
Drugs started feelin' like it's decaf
I'm just tryna live life for the moment
And all these motherfuckers want a relapse

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 call 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 call 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

Ewedihalehu
Yene konjo, ewedihalehu
Yene fikir, fikir, fikir, fikir
Yene fikir, fikir, fikir, fikir
Ewedihalehu
Yene konjo, ewedihalehu

Overall Meaning

The Weeknd's song "The Hills" delves into his complicated relationships with women, substance abuse, and a desire to live a carefree lifestyle. He begins by referencing his busy schedule on the road while his significant other wants to keep their relationship a secret. Despite his efforts to move the relationship beyond the friendzone, his significant other is not ready to be open about it. Even though she tries to hide it, her friends know about the relationship.


The Weeknd goes on to sing about the only time he calls his significant other, which is at half past five in the morning when he is high on drugs. He admits that he loves it when she physically touches him, but he does not want to be emotionally connected to her in any other way. He emphasizes that when he is messed up, it is the real him, implying that he struggles with being true to himself and having genuine feelings when he is sober.


Towards the end of the song, The Weeknd discusses his carefree lifestyle and how he wants to live life in the moment. He mentions having multiple partners before seeing his significant other and the pressure from others to seek help for his drug addiction, which he likens to decaf. Overall, "The Hills" is a song about a person struggling with addiction who is unable to form meaningful connections, using drugs to numb his emotions.


Line by Line Meaning

Your man on the road, he doin' promo
Your partner is on tour promoting his music career


You said, "Keep our business on the low-low"
You've requested that our relationship remain confidential


I'm just tryna get you out the friendzone
I'm attempting to make our platonic relationship romantic


'Cause you look even better than the photos
Your appearance in person exceeds that of your pictures online


I can't find your house, send me the info
I'm unable to locate your home and require you to send me the address


Drivin' through the gated residential
I'm driving through a gated community


Found out I was comin', sent your friends home
You presumed I was visiting and sent your friends away to avoid them seeing me


Keep on tryna hide it but your friends know
You are attempting to conceal our relationship, but your friends are aware of it


I'ma let you know, we keep it simple
I want to make it clear that we are keeping our relationship uncomplicated


Tryna keep it up don't seem so simple
Our attempts to maintain our relationship appear to be challenging


I just fucked two bitches 'fore I saw you
I had sexual relations with two women before seeing you


And you gon' have to do it at my tempo
You'll have to adjust to my preferred pace and style of living


Always tryna send me off to rehab
People are frequently urging me to seek treatment for substance abuse


Drugs started feelin' like it's decaf
Drugs no longer have the same effect on me as they once did


I'm just tryna live life for the moment
I'm focused on making the most of the present


And all these motherfuckers want a relapse
Others are hoping for me to relapse and return to my previous lifestyle


Hills have eyes, the hills have eyes
The hills are watching us, observing our every move


Who are you to judge? Who are you to judge?
Who are you to criticize or judge me?


Hide your lies, girl, hide your lies
Conceal your deception and be trustworthy


Only you to trust, only you
You're the only person I trust


Ewedihalehu
Amharic for 'I love you'


Yene konjo, ewedihalehu
Amharic for 'my dear, I love you'


Yene fikir, fikir, fikir, fikir
Amharic for 'my love, love, love, love'


Yene fikir, fikir, fikir, fikir
Amharic for 'my love, love, love, love'


Ewedihalehu
Amharic for 'I love you'


Yene konjo, ewedihalehu
Amharic for 'my dear, I love you'




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Abel Tesfaye, Ahmad Balshe, Carlo Montagnese, Emmanuel Nickerson, Thomas Raybould

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