Continuing my look at the top songs of 2025…
When a forgettable track by The Weeknd and Playboi Carti is the 16th most popular song of the year, you know 2025 wasn’t a great time for new music. Not only have I never heard ‘Timeless,’ I didn’t know it existed.
The song was the lead single of The Weeknd’s sixth studio album, Hurry Up Tomorrow, a companion piece to the film of the same name. The movie was a massive flop, dismissed as a nonsensical ego trip.
Nobody watched the movie, but plenty of people watched the clip of Jenna Ortega tying The Weeknd to a bed and dancing to his song ‘Blinding Lights’ as some sort of torture, I guess? That seems a lot more pleasant that getting the Annie Wilkes treatment in Misery
Ortega is known for having excellent, refined taste in movies but choosing to appear in the worst garbage imaginable. Hurry Up Tomorrow is Exhibit A. But I guess it gave this song some life.
Sun is shining, it’s over
It’s tomorrow
Bathe yourself in the light, in your love
XO
Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, no
[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Ever since I was a jit, knew I was the shit (Ooh, yeah)
Shawty keep wanna come ’round, she wanna get hit (Wanna get hit so hard)
She think she the main because I keep her by my side
Double-O, bust down the watch, she know that I’m timeless (Timeless)
I put my son in some Rick
I pull that gun off the hip
Pockets hold twenty-two clips (Ah)
I break her heart, Comme Garçon
Put on a shirt, get put on a blimp
Bitch like a stain, get ready to lick
I had to tеll her that ever sincе I was a jit, knew I was the shit (Oh)
She singin’ my songs, she wanna die lit, tryna get hit
House like a bank, deposit this bitch, ‘posit that check
Smile on my face, ain’t fearing shit, come and get checked (Uh)
Ice on my neck, double-O wrist
She in the Scat, hell of a ‘Cat
Fresh out the trench, four hundred packs
Uh, yeah, I’m spinnin’ in Paris (Uh)
Dress for these hoes, they finna flock
Just poured a four in a soda, it pop
Them drugs finna hit, I’m feelin’ ill
I’m wrestlin’ all of my demons, I feel like The Rock
[Chorus: The Weeknd]
(Shit, uh, yeah)
Ever since I was a kid, I been legit (Jit, ooh, nah)
If I was you, I would cut up my wrist (Dumb bit’)
XO tatted all over her body, yeah (Yeah)
She just wanna roll and I don’t mind it, yeah
Ever since I was a jit, I been legit (Ooh, nah, uh)
You should let her go, she wanna be it (Oh, yeah)
Double-O tatted on her body, yeah
It don’t matter what they say, I’m timeless, yeah (Schyeah)
[Verse 2: The Weeknd]
Oh, city on fire when I’m comin’ home
Fill up the sky (Yeah), I fill up the Dome
They’ll play it one day (Yeah), it’s a hell of a show
But it’s gonna hurt ’cause we did it first
Feel like Skateboard P, BBC boys on the creep
Feel like it’s ’03, Neptune drum with a beam (Yeah)
She hippie-flippin’ a bean, she wanna fuck with the team
She fell in love with the cream (Yeah), she fell in love with the scene
Ooh, yeah, her man quiet, not a peep (Oh, nah)
Broke his heart, PTSD (Oh, nah)
Hold his chest, let it breathe
Let it breathe, niggas scheme
And I got a priest, he got a cross
Get out of line, send him to God
I shed a tear, pray for a loss, ooh, yeah (Yeah)
[Chorus: The Weeknd]
Ever since I was a kid, I been legit (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, oh, oh)
If I was you, I would cut up my wrist (Ah)
XO tatted all over her body, yeah (Body, yeah)
She just wanna roll and I don’t mind it, yeah
Ever since I was a jit, I been legit (Yeah, ooh, nah)
You should let her go, she wanna be it (Oh, nah)
Double-O tatted on her body, yeah (Body, yeah)
It don’t matter what they say, I’m timeless
[Outro: The Weeknd]
Timeless (Oh), timeless, timeless
Timeless, timeless, timeless, we timeless, oh
Timeless, timeless, timeless (Yeah), timeless
Timeless (Yeah), timeless, timeless, we timeless, oh
Oh (Blatt)
Oh (Yuh, lit)
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