[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
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 out your league too, ah
Side bitch out of your league too, ah
[Pre-Chorus: The Weeknd]
House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table, carved from ebony
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking bout me, I don't see a shade
Switch up my style, I take any lane
I switch up my cup, I kill any pain
[Chorus: The Weeknd + (Daft Punk)
(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 motherfucking 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 motherfucking Starboy
[Verse 2: The Weeknd]
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 overweight, getting hefty, ah
Coming for the king, that's a far cry, I
I come alive in the fall time, I
The competition, I don't ever listen
I'm in the blue Mulsanne bumping New Edition
[Pre-Chorus: The Weeknd]
[Chorus: The Weeknd + (Daft Punk)
[Verse 3: The Weeknd]
Let a nigga Brad Pitt
Legend of the fall took the year like a bandit
By my ma 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
100 on the dash get me close to God
We don't pray for love, we just pray for cars
tüm türk pop şarkılarından iyi olan şarkıdır. bunu sadece küçük bir kısımını dinlemiş biri olarak söylüyorum. bence türkler bikaç kişi hariç pop şarkı yapmayı bırakmalı.
içinde pembe haçla bir yerlere vuran ılık adam içeren gotik öğelerle süslü bir klibe sahip şarkı. daft punk'ın böyle bir ılıklığa alet olması hoşuma gitmedi ama olsun.
