Grammy Weeknd Lyrics

All these people creeping out the woods like leaches

Soon as they see numbers I can feel em reaching

Now I'm feeling like the grammy's cutting out The Weeknd

I ain't let you in my circle I'm not here to pretend

Stop it, get the fuck out of my pockets

I get ticked off every time I drop hits

In the public dealing with the non-sense bullshit that been filling up my comments

If you had a clue, what we had to do, just to make it through this

Then you would take a step back before you go typing all of that shit

So what's it like to be an artist

Idolized if we make it but got frowned upon when we started

Some say we're too cocky

But some think we're too modest

Most draining your body

But some care where your heart is

Most are breaking words that they promised

You block us out of playlists cause

We don't fit in your agenda

Paying out fractions of a penny tell me how the fuck do you expect us

To make a living off of music

You been abusing all the algorithms we don't really find it amusing

Now you're cutting out The Weeknd so I'm feeling confusion

You must think all of us are stupid

All these people creeping out the woods like leaches

Soon as they see numbers I can see em reaching

Yeah I'm feeling like the Grammy's cutting out the Weeknd

I ain't let you in my circle I'm not here to pretend

So, lemme get this straight

Why would I go and sign my name

On a document making me hydroplane

Down a path I hate still I'd complain

I want fame

But not at the cost of giving up

All the freedom I've attained

I contain myself and I refrain

Saying fuck these games I don't like to play

I've chilled out I been acting peaceful

I still came here to battle evil

I speak out from an angry crowd

And won't stop til the day you treat artists equal

You crushed the dreams of 99 percent

Gave up on what they love to pay the rent

You played us long enough with no respect

I came to kill the Grammys and repent

All these people creeping out the woods like leaches

Soon as they see numbers I can feel em reaching

Now I'm feeling like the grammy's cutting out The Weeknd

I ain't let you in my circle I'm not here to pretend

Yeah they digging in our pockets so we're screaming fuck the Grammy's

We just living in a spotlight they don't seem to understand me

Taking profit off the top so now we're screaming fuck the grammy's

Time to pay us what we're due before the industry is buried

Fuck the Grammy's

They don't seem to understand me

So we're screaming fuck the grammy's

Before the industry is buried

All these people creeping out the woods like leaches

Soon as they see numbers I can feel em reaching

Now I'm feeling like the grammy's cutting out The Weeknd

I ain't let you in my circle I'm not here to pretend no