Starboy
THE WEEKND · Starboy 2016 · Track 01 of 18
Written by Cirkut, DaHeala, Guy‐Manuel de Homem‐Christo, Martin “Doc” McKinney, The Weeknd, Thomas Bangalter
I'm tryna put you in the worst mood, ah P1 cleaner than your church shoes, ah Milli point two just to hurt you, ah All red lamb' just to tease you, ah None of these toys on lease too, ah Made your whole year in a week too, yeah Main bitch out of your league too, ah Side bitch out of your league too, ah
House so empty need a centerpiece Twenty racks a table cut from ebony Cut that ivory into skinny pieces Then she clean up with her face, man I love my baby You talking money need a hearing aid You talking 'bout me I don't see the shade Switch up my style I take any lane I switch up my cup I kill any pain
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Look what you've done! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha I'm a motherfuckin' Starboy Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Look what you've done! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha I'm a motherfuckin' Starboy
Every day a nigga try to test me, ah Every day a nigga try to end me, ah Pull off in that roadster SV, ah Pockets over weight getting hefty, ah Coming for the king that's a far cry I come alive in the fall time I No competition I don't really listen I'm in the blue Mulsanne bumping New Edition
House so empty need a centerpiece Twenty racks a table cut from ebony Cut that ivory into skinny pieces Then she clean up with her face, man I love my baby You talking money need a hearing aid You talking bout me I don't see the shade Switch up my style I take any lane I switch up my cup I kill any pain
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Look what you've done! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha I'm a motherfuckin' Starboy Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Look what you've done! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha I'm a motherfuckin' Starboy
Let a nigga Brad Pitt legend of the fall Took the year like a bandit Bought mama a crib and a brand new wagon Now she hit the grocery shop looking lavish Star Trek groove in that Wraith of Khan Girls get loose when they hear this song Hundred on the dash get me close to God We don't pray for love we just pray for cars
House so empty need a centerpiece Twenty racks a table cut from ebony Cut that ivory into skinny pieces Then she clean up with her face Man I love my baby You talking money need a hearing aid You talking bout me I don't see your shade Switch up my style I take any lane I switch up my cup I kill any pain
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Look what you've done! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha I'm a motherfuckin' Starboy Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Look what you've done! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha I'm a motherfuckin' Starboy
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Look what you've done! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha I'm a motherfuckin' Starboy Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Look what you've done! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha I'm a motherfuckin' Starboy