“My doctor told me to stop and he gave me something to pop/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”
The title track reads like an epic poem of self-destructive ideas. Fortunately, The Weeknd can make self-annihilation sound amazing. Abel takes a power trip, and it is a frenzied experience. He considers taking a girl on tour. He considers getting blown with gold grills. He considers the house he bought and never slept in.
Frank Ocean asked a taxi driver to hear his story on “Bad Religion.” Here, The Weeknd makes his driver get high and drive at least 125 miles per hour, or else he’s fired. He caps it off by telling us that “this ain’t nothing to relate to.” You may not relate to Bill Murray’s character in Lost in Translation either, but you still want to know what he whispers at the end. And we always want to know what Abel wants to say.