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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
The Weeknd
The Weeknd
Вокал
Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo
Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo
Программирование
Thomas Bangalter
Thomas Bangalter
Программирование
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Henry Russell Walter
Henry Russell Walter
Автор песен
Thomas Bangalter
Thomas Bangalter
Автор песен
Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo
Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo
Автор песен
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Автор песен
Abel Tesfaye
Abel Tesfaye
Автор песен
Martin McKinney
Martin McKinney
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
The Weeknd
The Weeknd
Сопродюсер
Daft Punk
Daft Punk
Продюсер
Florian Lagatta
Florian Lagatta
Инженер звукозаписи
Martin McKinney
Martin McKinney
Инженер звукозаписи
Josh Smith
Josh Smith
Инженер звукозаписи
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Миксинг-инженер
John Hanes
John Hanes
Миксинг-инженер
Cirkut
Cirkut
Инженер звукозаписи

Слова

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, yeah Main bitch outta your league too, ah Side bitch out of your league too, ah House so empty, need a centerpiece 20 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 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 Look what you've done I'm a motherfucking starboy Look what you've done I'm a motherfucking starboy 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 really listen I'm in the blue Mulsanne bumping New Edition House so empty, need a centerpiece 20 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 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 Look what you've done I'm a motherfucking starboy Look what you've done I'm a motherfucking starboy Let a nigga 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 looking 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 don't pray for love, we just pray for cars House so empty, need a centerpiece 20 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 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 Look what you've done I'm a motherfucking starboy Look what you've done I'm a motherfucking starboy Look what you've done I'm a motherfucking starboy Look what you've done I'm a motherfucking starboy
Writer(s): Thomas Bangalter, Abel Tesfaye, Martin Mckinney, Paul Emmanuel De Homem-christo, Jason Quenneville, Walter Henry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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