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INTERPRÉTATION
The Weeknd
The Weeknd
Chant
Madonna
Madonna
Chant
Playboi Carti
Playboi Carti
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Paroles/Composition
Abel Tesfaye
Abel Tesfaye
Paroles/Composition
Sam Levinson
Sam Levinson
Paroles/Composition
Jordan Carter
Jordan Carter
Paroles/Composition
Johnny Flippin
Johnny Flippin
Paroles/Composition
Michael Walker
Michael Walker
Paroles/Composition
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
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PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
The Weeknd
The Weeknd
Production
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Production
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
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I've seen the devil Down Sunset In every place In every face Yeah (uh, uh) Yeah (uh, uh) Tell me, do you see her? (Yeah, uh) she's livin' her life (uh) Even if she acts like she don't want the limelight (uh, yeah, uh, uh) But if you knew her (yeah-yeah, uh), she lives a lie She calls the paparazzi, then she acts surprised, oh Oh, I know what she needs (oh-oh, uh) She just want the fame, I know what she fiends (oh-oh, uh, yeah) Give her a little taste, runnin' back to me (oh-oh, uh) Put it in her veins, pray her soul to keep, ooh Ooh, every night (every night, uh), she prays to the sky Flashin' lights is all she ever wants to see Beggin' on her knees to be popular That's her dream, to be popular (ha) Kill anyone to be popular (hm) Sell her soul to be popular (popular) Just to be popular (uh-huh) Everybody scream 'cause she popular (ha) She mainstream 'cause she popular Never be free 'cause she popular Money on top of me, money on top of her (uh-huh) Money on top of me, money on top of her (uh-huh) Yeah, shawty fuck with me 'cause she know I'm popular (uh-huh) Yeah, shawty fuck with me 'cause she know I'm popular I know that you see me (huh), time's gone by (uh) Spent my whole life runnin' from your flashin' lights Try to own it (uh), but I'm alright (uh, yeah) You can't take my soul without a fuckin' fight (uh), oh Oh, I know what she needs (oh-oh, uh, yeah) She just want the fame, I know what she fiends (oh-oh, uh, yeah) Give her a little taste, runnin' back to me (oh-oh, uh, yeah) Put it in her veins, pray her soul to keep, ooh (uh) Ooh, every night (every night), she prays to the sky (ha) Flashin' lights is all she ever wants to see Beggin' on her knees to be popular (huh) That's her dream, to be popular (hey) Kill anyone to be popular (hm) Sell her soul to be popular (popular) Just to be popular (uh-huh) Everybody scream 'cause she popular (ha) She mainstream 'cause she popular Never be free 'cause she popular Money on top of me, money on top of her (uh-huh) Money on top of me, money on top of her (uh-huh) Yeah, shawty fuck with me 'cause she know I'm popular (uh) Yeah, shawty fuck with me 'cause she know I'm popular (uh) Money on top of me, money on top of her (uh-huh) Money on top of me, money on top of her (uh-huh) Yeah, shawty fuck with me 'cause she know I'm popular (uh-huh) Yeah, shawty fuck with me 'cause she know I'm popular I'm gettin' money and I'm keepin' it I'm gettin' cash and I'm keepin' it Money on top of me, money on top of her Yeah, shawty fuck with me 'cause she know I'm popular Pop-popular, born to be popular She in debt, 20 mill', but she run it up She can never be broke 'cause she popular Turn the webcam on for the followers (ha-ha-ha-ha) Beggin' on her knees to be popular That's her dream, to be popular (ha) Kill anyone to be popular (hm) Sell her soul to be popular (popular) Just to be popular (uh-huh) Everybody scream 'cause she popular (ha) She mainstream 'cause she popular Never be free 'cause she popular
Writer(s): Sam Levinson, Johnny Flippin, Jordan Terrell Carter, Abel Tesfaye, Michael John Walker, Leland Tyler Wayne, Mike Dean Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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