Starboy (Explicit) - The Weeknd/Daft Punk (蠢朋克)
Lyrics by：Abel Tesfaye/Thomas Bangalter/Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo/Martin Mckinney/Henry Walter/Jason Quenneville
Composed by：Abel Tesfaye/Thomas Bangalter/Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo/Martin Mckinney/Henry Walter/Jason Quenneville
Produced by：Daft Punk/Martin "Doc" McKinney/Cirkut/Abel Tesfaye
Ayy
Im 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 yah
Main b***h outta your league too ah
Side b***h outta 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 it with her face man I love my baby ah
You talkin money need a hearin aid
You talkin bout me I dont 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 youve done
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Im a motherf**kin starboy
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Look what youve done
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Im a motherf**kin starboy
Every day a n***a try to test me ah
Every day a n***a try to end me ah
Pull off in that Roadster SV ah
Pockets overweight gettin hefty ah
Comin for the king thats a far cry I
I come alive in the fall time I
The competition I dont really listen
Im in the blue Mulsanne bumpin New Edition
House so empty need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table cut from ebony
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby ah
You talkin money need a hearin aid
You talkin bout me I dont 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 youve done
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Im a motherf**kin starboy
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Look what youve done
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Im a motherf**kin starboy
Let a n***a brag 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 lookin lavish
Star Trek roof in that Wraith of Khan
Girls get loose when they hear this song
A hundred on the dash get me close to God
We dont 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 it with her face man I love my baby ah
You talkin money need a hearin aid
You talkin bout me I dont 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 youve done
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Im a motherf**kin starboy
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Look what youve done
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Im a motherf**kin starboy
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Look what youve done
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Im a motherf**kin starboy
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Look what youve done
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Im a motherf**kin starboy