Starboy
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, yah
Main bitch outta your league too, ah
Side bitch outta your league too, ah
House so empty, need a centerpiece
20 racks a table, cut from ebony
Get that ivory into skinny pieces
So she clean it with her face
Man, I love my baby
You talkin' money, need a hearin' aid, ah
You talkin' 'bout me, I don't see the shade, ah
Switch up my style, I take any lane, ah
Switch up my cup, I kill any pain
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
Every day, a- try to test me, ah
Every day, a- try to end me, ah
Pull up in that Roadster SV, ah
Pockets overweight, gettin' hefty, ah
Comin' for the king, that's a far cry, I
I come alive in the fall time, I
The competition, I don't really listen
I'm in the blue Mulsanne, bumpin' New Edition
House so empty, need a centerpiece
20 racks a table, cut from ebony
Get that ivory into skinny pieces
So she clean it with her face
Man, I love my baby
You talkin' money, need a hearin' aid, ah
You talkin' 'bout me, I don't see the shade, ah
Switch up my style, I take any lane, ah
Switch up my cup, I kill any pain
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
Let a- brag Pitt
Legend of the fall, took the year like a bandit
Bought Ma a crib and a brand new wagon
Now she hit the grocery shop lookin' lavish
Star Trek roof in the Wrath of Khan
Girls get loose when they hear this song
A 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
20 racks a table, cut from ebony
Get that ivory into skinny pieces
So she clean it with her face
Man, I love my baby
You talkin' money, need a hearin' aid, ah
You talkin' 'bout me, I don't see the shade, ah
Switch up my style, I take any lane, ah
Switch up my cup, I kill any pain
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
Starboy
Star
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy!
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 bitch outta your league too, ah
Side bitch outta your league too, ah
House so empty, need a centerpiece
20 racks a table, cut from ebony
Get that ivory into skinny pieces
So she clean it with her face
Man, I love my baby
You talkin' money, need a hearin' aid, ah
You talkin' 'bout me, I don't see the shade, ah
Switch up my style, I take any lane, ah
Switch up my cup, I kill any pain
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
Every day, a- try to test me, ah
Every day, a- try to end me, ah
Pull up in that Roadster SV, ah
Pockets overweight, gettin' hefty, ah
Comin' for the king, that's a far cry, I
I come alive in the fall time, I
The competition, I don't really listen
I'm in the blue Mulsanne, bumpin' New Edition
House so empty, need a centerpiece
20 racks a table, cut from ebony
Get that ivory into skinny pieces
So she clean it with her face
Man, I love my baby
You talkin' money, need a hearin' aid, ah
You talkin' 'bout me, I don't see the shade, ah
Switch up my style, I take any lane, ah
Switch up my cup, I kill any pain
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
Let a- brag Pitt
Legend of the fall, took the year like a bandit
Bought Ma a crib and a brand new wagon
Now she hit the grocery shop lookin' lavish
Star Trek roof in the Wrath of Khan
Girls get loose when they hear this song
A 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
20 racks a table, cut from ebony
Get that ivory into skinny pieces
So she clean it with her face
Man, I love my baby
You talkin' money, need a hearin' aid, ah
You talkin' 'bout me, I don't see the shade, ah
Switch up my style, I take any lane, ah
Switch up my cup, I kill any pain
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
Starboy
Star
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy!
Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Bangalter, Abel Tesfaye, Martin Mckinney, Paul Emmanuel De Homem-christo, Jason Quenneville, Walter Henry
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