Abel Makkonen Tesfaye, quien se hace llamar en el medio artístico The Weeknd, es un cantante, compositor y productor canadiense de origen etíope, nacido en Toronto, Ontario, Canadá, el 16 de febrero de 1990. En 2010 se da a conocer en la escena musical tras lanzar una serie de sencillos en YouTube de manera anónima; también a partir del éxito con canciones como "Call Out My Name", "The Hills" y "Starboy". Significado del nombre En sus inicios el cantante era conocido como Tesfaye, luego hace el cambio a The Weeknd. El nombre artístico The Weeknd, en español "Fin de semana", se deriva de su experiencia al abandonar la secundaria a la edad de 17 años, cuando él y un compañero de clases dejaron la escuela un fin de semana y nunca regresaron. La ortografía se modificó para evitar diatribas legales con una banda canadiense llamada precisamente 'The Weekend'. Niñez, Juventud y Vida Familiar The Weeknd es hijo de Makkonen y Samra Tesfaye, una pareja de emigrantes etíopes que ll...
El género musical Pop (abreviación de "popular") es un estilo que se enfoca en producir canciones pegajosas y con melodías simples y fáciles de recordar. El Pop se caracteriza por su uso de instrumentos electrónicos y sintetizadores, y por su énfasis en las letras y la imagen de los artistas. Las canciones de Pop suelen ser optimistas y alegres, y abarcan una amplia variedad de temas, desde el amor y la amistad hasta la política y la sociedad. El Pop se ha convertido en uno de los géneros más influyentes y populares de la música contemporánea, con muchos artistas famosos que han hecho contribuciones significativas a su evolución.
Temperature risin', bodies unitin'
Now that I trapped you in my arms
No need to fight it, no need to hide it
Now that I see what's in your heart
Baby girl, I'm the only one who knows this side of you
And, baby, you know that I can pull out what's inside of you
Even though it's wrong
It's wrong
Even though it's wrong, baby
My girl
Oh, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, oh-oh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, ooh-woah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh-oh-oh
You want me inside you, beg me to slide in
Knowing we should have never met
Girl, when you ride it, see you decide it
Don't say those words that you'll regret
Baby girl, I can tell that you think that I'm right to you
I already know that it's not true, but, girl, I'll lie to you
Even though it's wrong (yeah, yeah)
It's wrong (yeah, yeah)
Even though it's wrong, baby (yeah, yeah)
My girl (yeah)
Oh, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, oh-oh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, ooh-woah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh-oh-oh
We do the things, but we know it's wrong
All on my skin, you all in my palm
I sent you an envelope, came with a poem
You possess venom, that came with a charm
You get the good out me when I perform
I know the bad of you, that's what I want
And you a baddie, you turnin' me on
Fiend for your demons, I know where this goin'
Love when you fuckin' me, talkin', I know what you doin'
Caught up in love, what the fuck is we doin'?
Models and bottles with us, ain't nothin' to it
I tell you: I got you, that's well understood
Your legs on the bed, got your head on the floor
We go out shoppin' whenever we get bored
We get it poppin', leave nothin' in the store
If I go to Saturn, I know that you goin'
Fuck me on Saturday early in the mornin'
Flyer than a bird, she gon' open her door
Screamin' out murder, but showin' you remorse
Gotta be cautious, can't pay the support
Stars in the ceilin', don't feel like a Porsche
Came from the trenches, just livin' at war
Once was a prostitute, I can afford you
The one I adore
Temperature risin', bodies unitin'
Now that I trapped you in my arms
No need to fight it, no need to hide it
Now that I see what's in your heart
Baby girl, I'm the only one who knows this side of you
And, baby, you know that I can pull out what's inside of you
Even though it's wrong
It's wrong
Even though it's wrong, baby
My girl