The Weeknd feat. Daft Punk – Starboy

Starboy lyrics

I’m try’na put you in the worst mood, ah

Be one cleaner than your church shoes are

Milli point two just to hurt you, ah

All red lamps just to tease you, ah

None of these toys on lease to us

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 shame

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

Look what you’ve done

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

I’m a motherfuckin’ Starboy

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

Look what you’ve done

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 nigger try to end me, ah

Pull off in that roadster SVR

Pockets overweight getting hefty, ah

Coming for the king that’s a far cry, I

I come alive in the fall time, ah

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 shame

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

Look what you’ve done

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

I’m a motherfuckin’ Starboy

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

Look what you’ve done

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 grooves in that Wrath 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 the shame

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

Look what you’ve done

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

I’m a motherfuckin’ Starboy

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

Look what you’ve done

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

I’m a motherfuckin’ Starboy

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

Look what you’ve done

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

I’m a motherfuckin’ Starboy

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

Look what you’ve done

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

I’m a motherfuckin’ Starboy