Listen to Starboy (feat. Daft Punk) by The Weeknd

Starboy (feat. Daft Punk)

The Weeknd

R&B/Soul

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Weeknd
The Weeknd
Vocals
Thomas Bangalter
Thomas Bangalter
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Henry Russell Walter
Henry Russell Walter
Songwriter
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Songwriter
Abel Tesfaye
Abel Tesfaye
Songwriter
Martin McKinney
Martin McKinney
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Weeknd
The Weeknd
Co-Producer
Daft Punk
Daft Punk
Producer
Florian Lagatta
Florian Lagatta
Recording Engineer
Martin McKinney
Martin McKinney
Recording Engineer
Josh Smith
Josh Smith
Recording Engineer
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
John Hanes
John Hanes
Mixing Engineer
Cirkut
Cirkut
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

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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