Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Weeknd
Vocals
Kygo
Remixer
Daft Punk
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Songwriter
Thomas Bangalter
Songwriter
Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo
Songwriter
Abel "The Weeknd" Tesfaye
Songwriter
Henry Russell Walter
Songwriter
Martin McKinney
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Weeknd
Co-Producer
Daft Punk
Producer
Abel Tesfaye
Co-Producer
Kygo
Mixing Engineer
Aya Merrill
Mastering Engineer
Cirkut
Recording Engineer
Florian Lagatta
Recording Engineer
Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo
Mixing Engineer
John Hanes
Mixing Engineer
Josh Smith
Recording Engineer
Martin McKinney
Recording Engineer
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(I'm a motherfuckin' 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 out your league, too, ah
Side bitch out of your league, too, ah
[Verse 2]
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
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
[Verse 3]
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
[Verse 4]
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
[Verse 5]
Everyday, a **** try to test me, ah
Everyday, a **** try to end me, ah
Pull off in that Roadster SV, ah
Pockets overweight, gettin' hefty, ah
Coming for the king, that's a far cry, ah
I come alive in the fall time, I
No competition, I don't really listen
I'm in the blue Mulsanne bumping New Edition
[Verse 6]
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
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
[Verse 7]
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
[Verse 8]
Let a **** 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 roof 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
[Verse 9]
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
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
Written by: Abel Tesfaye, Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo, Henry Russell Walter, Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville, Martin McKinney, Thomas Bangalter


