Travis Scott - Fen Until I Bleed Out The Weeknd Live At Sao Paulo Lyrics

Lyrics from Live Performance

[Intro: The Weeknd, Playboi Carti, Travis Scott & Sheck Wes]
Ooh, yeah
Ooh, yeah
Ooh, yeah
'Til I bleed out
'Til I bleed out
Until I bleed out (Schyeah, schyeah)
Until I bleed out (Schyeah, schyeah)
Say, say
'Til I ble-e-ed, oh
Just come outside for the night (Yeah)
Take your time, get your light (Yeah)
Johnny Dang, yeah, yeah
I been out geekin' (Bitch)

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (Yeah)
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (Yeah)
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N
FE!N, FE!N (Yeah), FE!N, FE!N, FE!N

[Bridge: Playboi Carti]
Syrup, woah, what?
What?
(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
What? (Yeah)
Woah, woah (Yeah, yeah)
(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
Hit, yeah, hold up (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Yeah, I just been poppin' my shit and forgettin' it live, hold up (Shit)
Yeah, you try to come wrong 'bout this shit, we poppin' your tires, hold up (Shit)
Uh, hundred-round (Woah), feelin' like I'm on ten
Playin' both sides with these hoes (Hold up), shawty, I'm fuckin' your friend (Hold up)
I've been goin' crazy, shawty, I've been in the deep end
She not innocent, uh, she just tryna go

[Chorus: Travis Scott, Playboi Carti & The Weeknd]
FE!N (Talkin' 'bout), FE!N, FE!N (Yeah), FE!N, FE!N (Syrup, oh, oh, what? Syrup, oh, oh; Oh)
FE!N, FE!N (Syrup), FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (Oh, oh, oh, oh; Oh)
FE!N, FE!N (Talkin' 'bout), FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (Talkin' 'bout, let's go)

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti, Travis Scott & The Weeknd]
I just been icin' my hoes, I just been drippin' my hoe (Drippin' my hoe)
This is a whole 'nother level, shawty (Oh), I got these hoes on they toes (Hoes on they toes)
I put the bitch on the road, she tryna fuck on the O, hold up, hold up
I got this ho with me, she tryna show me somethin', hold up, hold up (Oh)
I got flows for days, these niggas ain't on nothin', hold up, yeah (Oh)
Me and my boy locked in, you know we on one, hold up, uh (Slatt, slatt)
We in the spot goin' crazy until the sun up (Woah)
You worried about that ho, that ho done chose up (Slatt, bitch-ass)
Uh, pistols all in the kitchen, can't give the zip code up, hold up, yeah (Wow)
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Yeah)
Why the fuck these niggas actin' like they know us?
Double O, Cactus, yeah, we towed up (Skrrt, skrrt), uh, yeah
Switch out the bag, these niggas get rolled up, hold up (It's lit), slatt
Everything hit, hold up, everything
Homixide, Homixide Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide
[Outro: Travis Scott, Playboi Carti & The Weeknd]
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
Oh-oh
Let's hear you make some noise
'Til I-'til' I-'til I
'Til I bleed out
'Til I bleed out
I don't feel it 'til I bleed out
I can't feel it until I bleed out
With no bleedin', cannot bleed out, oh
Yeah-eh