"The Morning" as written by Martin "doc" Mckinney, Abel Tesfaye and Carlo Montagnese....
From the morning to the evening
Complaints from the tenants
Got the walls kicking like they six months pregnant
Drinking Alize with our cereal for breakfast
Girls calling cabs at dawn quarter to seven
Sky's getting cold, we flying from the north
Rocking with our city like a sold out show
House full of hoes that specialize into hoe-in
Make that money rain as they taking off they clothes
Order plane tickets, Cali is the mission
Visit every month like I'm split life living
Let the world listen if our haters caught slipping
Then my niggas stay tight
Got my back like Pippen, fast life gripping
Yeah we still tipping
Codeine cups paint a picture so vivid
Face try to mimic, get girls timid
But behind closed doors they get poles so rigid

All that money, the money is the motive
All that money, the money is the motive
All that money, the money she be folding
Girl put in work, girl girl put in work
Girl put in work, girl girl put in work
Girl put in work

Push it to the limit, push it through the pain
I push it for the pleasure like a virgin to the game
A virgin to that money, a virgin to the fame
So this my only chance so when I'm over only pray
That I flow from the bottom, closer to the top
The higher that I climb, the harder I'ma drop
These pussy ass niggas trying to hold on to their credits
So I tell em use a debit watch they image start to lessen
I wanna 'em like discretion, why these niggas testing
Always fucking testing, why these niggas testing
Shit that I got 'em on, straight bar hopping to the music of the ambiance
Get shit poppin', zombies of the night
Niggas ain't talking if they hyping to the crew, get it in like pockets
Downtown loving, when the moon coming
Only place to find base heads and high women

All that money, the money is the motive
All that money, the money is the motive
All that money, the money she be folding
Girl put in work, girl girl put in work
Girl put in work, girl girl put in work
Girl put in work

Better slow down, she'll feel it in the morning
Ain't the kind of girl you'll be seeing in the morning
Too damn raw ain't no nigga worth her holding
Ain't no nigga that she holding man her love is too damn foreign
Look at all that money, the money is the motive
All that money, the money she be folding
Girl put in work, girl girl put in work
Girl put in work, girl girl put in work

All that money, the money is the motive
All that money, the money is the motive
All that money, the money she be folding
Girl put in work, girl girl put in work
Girl put in work, girl girl put in work
Girl put in work


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"The Morning" as written by Martin Daniel Mckinney Abel Tesfaye

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  • +6
    Song MeaningIt's a song about prostitution.

    "From the morning to the evening
    Complaints from the tenants"

    He's talking about the noise coming from the rooms.

    "Got the walls kickin' like they 6 months pregnant"

    Means he's fucking a girl so hard it's almoust like a baby kicking the womb (beautiful stuff by the way).

    "House full of pros that specialize in the ho'ing
    Make that money rain as they taking off they clothes"

    Here we got no more doubt it's about a whorehouse.

    "Push it to the limit
    Push it through the pain
    I push it for the pleasure like a virgin to the game
    A virgin to that money
    A virgin to the fame"

    Despite the vulgarity of the lyrics it never loses it's sad tone.

    "Zombies of the night"

    This part always makes me shiver. So simple but so real. The girls that work on those places are just like zombies, living of flesh and dead inside. Really beautiful.

    "Better slow down she'll feel it in the morning
    Ain't the kinda girl you'll be seeing in the morning"

    I don't need to explain this part, it's just so damn powerful. He is going to fuck her more gently so she don't feel pain in the morning and also he knows he ain't gonna see her no more. The Weeknd seem to me like a kind of band that can talk about really bad stuff with sensitivity and keeness. Between the limit of rude and poetic. The morning by far, at least for me, the best song of 2011.

    Sorry if some parts have any grammatical problems, I'm from Brazil and I'm not used to write in english.
    pedroprimoon May 07, 2011   Link
  • +3
    My OpinionSheer brilliance. Chill out trip hop gets no better than this.
    cdconnon May 04, 2011   Link
  • +2
    General CommentWords.

    Cannot describe.
    GeoffGurakon March 29, 2011   Link
  • +1
    General Commentthis song.
    is.
    so.
    perfect.
    kennychiwa147on June 10, 2011   Link
  • 0
    General Commentoh my god. this is so beautiful.

    i feel so awful right now cause i've been talking so bad about The Weeknd the last weeks...comparing them to Drake (i'm really sorry) and cheesy RnB artists.

    I also agree with pedroprimo.
    yawninhamsteron May 14, 2011   Link
  • 0
    General Commentthis is what i call ear candy
    JamzXIVon June 01, 2011   Link
  • 0
    General Commentthis song.
    is.
    so.
    perfect.
    kennychiwa147on June 10, 2011   Link
  • 0
    General CommentIdiots. The Weeknd is not a band, it's one guy. Stop referring to him as "they".
    DawsonOleron January 12, 2012   Link
  • -1
    General Commentits about partying all night and the girls he sees out not having a care in the world and neither does he
    sunnidelite88on July 01, 2011   Link
  • -1
    My Interpretation5000+ Plays from me alone. This song is the most beautiful when you wake up hungover, covered in vomit, and alone on a sidewalk in the middle of the city.

    From the morning to the evening
    Complaints from the tenants
    Got the walls kickin' like they 6 months pregnant

    They've been having sex since the night before and the noise has not let up.

    Drinkin' Alizé with our cereal for breakfast
    Girls calling cabs at dawn, quarter to seven

    Picture a refrigerator with nothing but alcohol.
    The girls, presumably the ones that slept over, want to avoid the walk of shame and call cabs to get home.

    The sky's getting cold, we flyin' from the north
    We're rockin' with our cities like a sold-out show
    House full of pros that specialize in the ho'ing
    Make that money rain as they taking off they clothes

    He's leaving Canada, to the main cities in the US to party and he visits a strip club.

    Order plane tickets, Cali is the mission
    Visit every month like I'm split-life livin'

    He either hates the cold or his home and spends an enormous amount of time in Cali as if he is living 2 lives.

    Let the world listen, if a hater's caught slippin'
    Then my nigga stay tight, got my back like Pippen

    He wants people to listen to his music and about what he is doing around the world (the strip clubs, etc). But if someone hates on him, he wants us (my nigga) to have his back.

    Fast life grippin', yeah we still tippin'

    He is snared by the prospects of living the fast life, but he doesn't forget to give thanks to those who deserve it. (Like tipping waiters..)

    Codeine cups paint a picture so vivid
    He loves his drugs. 1 part cough syrup + 3 parts soda = Happy.

    Fakes try to mimic get girls timid
    But behind closed doors they get oh so rigid

    The fakes (girls who tease) tend to make all of the other girls self-conscious about themselves. But when they take one of these fakers to fuck, they freeze up because they really have no idea what they are doing.

    All that money the money is the motive
    All that money the money is the motive
    All that money the money she be foldin'
    Girl put in work
    Girl, girl put in work
    Girl put in work
    Girl, girl put in work
    Girl put in work

    These lines claim that money is the only reason why strippers even do it in the first place. (Truth)
    He draws parallels to his own life and this connects to the second verse.

    Push it to the limit
    Push it through the pain
    I push it for the pleasure like a virgin to the game

    Like a girl's first time, he's enduring the pain and sacrifices that he has to make along the way in hopes of getting the pleasure that he wants..

    A virgin to that money
    A virgin to the fame

    ..which is money & fame.

    So this my only chance so when I'm over only pray
    That I flow from the bottom closer to the top
    The higher that I climb the harder I'ma drop

    He's only got one shot to make it big and he's praying that he'll go from the very bottom to at least somewhere near the top.

    But he knows (and I think the last line is comparable to drugs) that the higher/more famous he gets, the harder the fall. (Becoming a washout or losing everything)

    These pussy ass niggas tryna hold on to they credits
    So I tell 'em use a debit watch they image start to lessen

    He's definitely talking about a specific group of people here that try to hold onto their "street credibility," (Rick Ross anyone?) causing their decaying image.

    I warned them like discretion
    Why these niggas twistin'
    Always fuckin' twistin'
    Why these niggas twistin'

    I can't figure out the meaning to this.. Maybe twistin = trippin.

    Shit that I got them on straight bar hoppin'
    To the music of the ambiance got shit poppin'

    He's gotten some people high and they're bar-hopping/dancing to the drug induced music.

    Zombies of the night
    Like old zombie movies, he comes out at night and disappears during the day.

    Niggas ain't talkin'
    If they hypin' to the crew get it in like pockets

    No one is talking/wants to embarrass themselves and he tells them to get over it if they're just trying to prove something (hypin to the crew.)

    Downtown lovin' when the moon comin'
    Only place to find base heads and high women

    After midnight, the only place where you can find high girls and cocaine (or crack? [freebasing..]) is downtown.

    All that money the money is the motive
    All that money the money is the motive
    All that money the money she be foldin'
    Girl put in work
    Girl, girl put in work
    Girl put in work
    Girl, girl put in work
    Girl put in work

    Better slow down she'll feel it in the morning
    Ain't the kinda girl you'll be seeing in the morning

    He references the beginning of the song where he wakes up with the strippers. He knows he should slow down because they'll feel sore, despite the fact that he won't be seeing her when she wakes up.

    Too damn raw ain't no nigga worth her holding
    Ain't no nigga that she holding man her love is too damn foreign

    She isn't going to hold the people she works with. She is just after the money because what she loves in a man is completely different.

    Look at all that money the money is the motive
    All that money the money is the motive
    All that money the money she be foldin'
    Girl put in work
    Girl, girl put in work
    Girl put in work
    Girl, girl put in work

    All that money the money is the motive
    All that money the money is the motive
    All that money the money she be foldin'
    Girl put in work
    Girl, girl put in work
    Girl put in work
    Girl, girl put in work
    Girl put in work
    calmthedarknesson January 13, 2012   Link

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