La música pop (del inglés pop music, contracción de popular music) es un género de música popular que tuvo su origen a finales de los años 1950 como una derivación del tradicional pop, en combinación con otros géneros musicales que estaban de moda en aquel momento. Los términos música pop y música popular se usan a menudo de manera indistinta, aunque el segundo tiene un sentido más amplio al dar cabida a otros géneros distintos del pop que se consideren populares.
Abel Makkonen Tesfaye, mejor conocido por su nombre artístico The Weeknd (Toronto, Canadá, 16 de febrero de 1990), es un cantante, compositor y productor canadiense.
A finales de 2010, Tesfaye subió anónimamente varias canciones a YouTube bajo el nombre "The Weeknd". Lanzó tres mixtapes de nueve pistas a lo largo de 2011: House of Balloons, Thursday and Echoes of Silence, que eran muy aclamadas. Al año siguiente, lanzo su álbum recopilatorio titulado "Trilogy" con treinta pistas que consisten en versiones remasterizadas de su material mixtape y tres canciones adicionales. Fue puesto en el mercado por el sello musical Republic Records y XO. En 2013, lanzó su álbum debut Kiss Land, que fue reconocido por los singles "Kiss Land" y "Live For".
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