Kiss Land
The Weeknd Lyrics


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When I got on stage, she swore I was six feet tall
But when she put it in her mouth she can't seem to reach my (reach my, reach my)
Ballin' ain't an issue for me
I'll make a hundred stacks right back next week
Do it all again
I'm faded off the wrong thing, the wrong thing
And I'll admit baby
I'm a little camera shy
But exceptions can be made baby, 'cause you're too damn fly
For what it's worth, I hope you enjoy the show
'Cause if you're back here only takin' pictures
You gon' have to take your ass home

'Cause the only thing you're takin'
Is your clothes off
Go 'head girl, strip it down, close your mouth
I just wanna hear your body talk
Oh

Nothing's gonna change my love for you
Nothing's gonna change my love for you
Oh girl, don't hold back, let it out

Nothing's gonna change my love for you
Nothing's gonna change my love for you
Oh girl, don't hold back, let it out

Nothing's gonna change my love for you
Nothing's gonna change my love for you
Don't hold back, let it out

Nothing's gonna change my love for you
Nothing's gonna change my love for you
Don't hold back

You can meet me in the room where the kisses ain't free
You gotta pay with your body
Not really into kisses leading into nothing
I'm into shows every night, if you play your cards right, I might
Fuck around, bring your whole crew on tour
Fuck around, turn you to my west coast girl
Until they book a show in NYC
Gotta fly back east where the city don't sleep, oh-oh
I'm tryna finish all this potion
Baby take your time, tryna sip it 'til the mornin'
And if you're still up, I'm tryna fuck you in the mornin'
Said I'm two days strong, and never sleep until it's mornin'
'Til the morning, 'cause the only thing you're takin'
Is your clothes off, bany
Go 'head girl, strip it down, close your mouth
I just wanna hear your body talk, whoa-oh

Nothing's gonna change my love for you
Nothing's gonna change my love for you
Ooh yeah, don't hold back, let it out

Nothing's gonna change my love for you
Nothing's gonna change my love for you
Oh girl, don't hold back, let it out

Nothing's gonna change my love for you
Nothing's gonna change my love for you
Whoa-oh, don't hold back let it out

Nothing's gonna change my love for you
Nothing's gonna change my love for you
Oh yeah, don't hold back (don't give up)

I got a brand new place, I think I've seen it twice all year
I can't remember how it looks inside
So you can picture how my life's been
I went from starin' at the same four walls for twenty-one years
To seein' the whole world in just twelve months
Been gone for so long I might've just found God
Well, probably not, if I keep my habits up and
Probably not if I can't keep up with lovin'
And I can't stand talkin' to brand new girls
Only bitches down to fuck when you show 'em they're ones and
Probably not if my niggas round them up and
Probably not if we take 'em to my spot
Probably not if I tweak all day, just to sleep at night
God damn I'm high, my doctor told me to stop
And he gave me something to pop
And I mix it up with some Adderall's and I wait to get to the top
And I mix it up with some alcohol and I pour it up in a shot
I don't care about you, why you worried 'bout me?
All I want is that smoke, give me all of that smoke
Last week was my rough week, I'm still drippin' down from my nose
And I don't know how to drive, I make my driver get high
But If he goes under that one-ten, believe my driver get fired
And I ain't got any friends
I got XO in my bloodwork and I'm posted up down in Florida
Ft. Lauderdale to that MIA
Sip cold drinks with Grand Marnier
To the break of dawn, Kahlua milk
White Russian when the sun hits
White Russians with tongue tricks
I like the feeling of tongue rings
She like the way my whole tongue flip
She grind hard for tuition
She grind hard 'til her teeth chip
I make her hide it with gold grills
I make her suck it with gold grills
In the back room of the VIP, she don't ever sleep

This ain't nothing to relate to
This ain't nothing to relate to
This ain't nothing to relate to
This ain't nothing to relate to
Even if you tried
You tried, you tried
And you tried
You tried, you tried
And you tried
You tried, you tried
And you tried
You tried

This ain't nothing to relate to
This ain't nothing to relate to
This ain't nothing to relate to
This ain't nothing to relate to
Even if you tried
You tried, you tried
And you tried
You tried, you tried
And you tried
You tried, you tried




And you tried
You tried, oh yeah

Overall Meaning

The Weeknd's song Kiss Land is a vivid and visually textured journey through a nocturnal world of luxury, obsession, and excess. The song's lyrics explore the life of a musician who is living his dream of performing on stage and traveling the world but also the womanizing ways that come with it. He boasts about his riches and tells of the superficiality that often comes with his profession. The opening lyrics describe his onstage persona as compared to his offstage reality, where his dominance is fueled by drugs and alcohol. The lyrics go on to describe his perfect woman, one who is open to exploiting her body for his pleasure. The singer's life is a whirlwind of great wealth and parties, but he longs for something deeper and more fulfilling. He is torn between his desire for the trappings of fame and his desire for a deeper connection with those around him.


The song ends on a melancholic note, with the singer lamenting the superficiality of his life and his inability to find love and lasting relationships. He is left feeling alone and unsatisfied in a world of excess and decadence. The song's lyrics are complex, but they offer a glimpse into the dark and often lonely life of a celebrity, one in which glamor and wealth can only provide temporary escape from the harsh realities of life.


Line by Line Meaning

When I got on stage, she swore I was six feet tall
The singer's stage presence makes him appear larger than life to his fans.


But when she put it in her mouth she can't seem to reach my (reach my, reach my)
Despite his towering persona, the singer's genitalia is not as large as perceived by his fans.


Ballin' ain't an issue for me I'll make a hundred stacks right back next week Do it all again I'm faded off the wrong thing, the wrong thing
The singer lives a luxuriant lifestyle of constant partying and making money, although he may be at risk of substance abuse.


And I'll admit baby I'm a little camera shy But exceptions can be made baby, 'cause you're too damn fly
The singer is not comfortable with cameras, but makes an exception for attractive fans.


For what it's worth, I hope you enjoy the show 'Cause if you're back here only takin' pictures You gon' have to take your ass home 'Cause the only thing you're takin' Is your clothes off
Fans who attend concerts only to take photographs are not welcome and should leave if their intention is not to enjoy the show.


Go 'head girl, strip it down, close your mouth I just wanna hear your body talk Oh
The singer is sexually interested in a woman and simply wants her to express herself physically.


Nothing's gonna change my love for you Oh girl, don't hold back, let it out Don't hold back, let it out Don't hold back
The singer proclaims his unwavering love, while encouraging his lover to express herself without hesitation.


You can meet me in the room where the kisses ain't free You gotta pay with your body Not really into kisses leading into nothing I'm into shows every night, if you play your cards right, I might Fuck around, bring your whole crew on tour Fuck around, turn you to my west coast girl Until they book a show in NYC Gotta fly back east where the city don't sleep, oh-oh
The singer is not interested in romance without meaningful sexual gratification. He uses his status to offer opportunities to women to be part of his entourage and have sexual experiences.


I'm tryna finish all this potion Baby take your time, tryna sip it 'til the mornin' And if you're still up, I'm tryna fuck you in the mornin' Said I'm two days strong, and never sleep until it's mornin' 'Til the morning, 'cause the only thing you're takin' Is your clothes off, bany I just wanna hear your body talk, whoa-oh
The singer is chemically altered and seeks sexual companionship that follows his all-night partying.


I got a brand new place, I think I've seen it twice all year I can't remember how it looks inside So you can picture how my life's been I went from starin' at the same four walls for twenty-one years To seein' the whole world in just twelve months Been gone for so long I might've just found God Well, probably not, if I keep my habits up and Probably not if I can't keep up with lovin'
The singer has gained immense success as a musician, traveling the world and reaching new heights. He has become disillusioned with his own life, finding that his experiences don't fill the deeper needs he desires.


And I can't stand talkin' to brand new girls Only bitches down to fuck when you show 'em they're ones and Probably not if my niggas round them up and Probably not if we take 'em to my spot Probably not if I tweak all day, just to sleep at night God damn I'm high, my doctor told me to stop And he gave me something to pop And I mix it up with some Adderall's and I wait to get to the top And I mix it up with some alcohol and I pour it up in a shot I don't care about you, why you worried 'bout me? All I want is that smoke, give me all of that smoke Last week was my rough week, I'm still drippin' down from my nose And I don't know how to drive, I make my driver get high But If he goes under that one-ten, believe my driver get fired And I ain't got any friends I got XO in my bloodwork and I'm posted up down in Florida Ft. Lauderdale to that MIA
The singer is troubled by his loneliness and constantly seeks the coping mechanisms of drugs and encounters with women who don't value him as a person. He acknowledges he has a problem that his doctor has advised him to stop. However, he feels that working his way to the top through this lifestyle is worth it, even though he doesn't care about others and doesn't have real friendships.


Sip cold drinks with Grand Marnier To the break of dawn, Kahlua milk White Russian when the sun hits White Russians with tongue tricks I like the feeling of tongue rings She like the way my whole tongue flip She grind hard for tuition She grind hard 'til her teeth chip I make her hide it with gold grills I make her suck it with gold grills In the back room of the VIP, she don't ever sleep
The singer indulges in the expensive and luxurious lifestyle of a VIP, where he seeks pleasure from women and sees them as disposable objects for his pleasure. He enjoys feeling unique due to his preferences, while his female partner is willing to make sacrifices and work hard to finance her education.


This ain't nothing to relate to Even if you tried You tried, you tried And you tried You tried, oh yeah
The singer acknowledges that his experiences and choices are not easy or common to relate to and are beyond the ability of others to fully understand.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Sebastien Tellier, Emmanuel D'orlando, Jack Holkeboer, Danny Schofield, Abel Tesfaye, Jason Quenneville

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