Starboy

[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 out my side, I'll take any lane
I switch out my car if 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 moon song bumping New Edition

[Pre-Chorus: The Weeknd]
House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table, carved from ebony
Cut that ivory to skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face but I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking bout me, I don't see a shade
Switch out my side, I'll take any lane
I switch out my car if 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 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

[Pre-Chorus: The Weeknd]
House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table, carved from ebony
Cut that ivory to skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face but I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking bout me, I don't see a shade
Switch out my side, I'll take any lane
I switch out my car if 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-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you've done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I'm a motherfucking Starboy

[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-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you've done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I'm a motherfucking Starboy

Chico estrella

verso 1:
voy a intentar ponerte de mal humor, ah
P1 mas limpio que tus zapatos para la iglesia, ah
en el punto de milla dos solo para lastimarte, ah
todas las ovejas rojas para tentarte, ah
ninguno de estos juguetes están en renta también, ah
hice en una semana todo lo que tu en un año también, yah
una preciosa perra fuera de tu alcance también, ah
mi otra perra fuera de tu alcance también ah

pre coro:
la casa tan vacia, necesito un centro de mesa
veinta estantes una mesa, tallados de ébano
corte ese marfil en pedazos delgados
luego ella lo limpio con su cara amo a mi nena
hablas de dinero, necesito un aparato para oir mejor
hablas de mi, no veo ni una sombra
me quitaste de tus planes, entonces lo tomare todo
dejare mi carro si mato cualquier dolor

coro:
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
mira lo que has hecho
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
soy el maldito chico estrella
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
mira lo que has hecho
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
soy el chico estrella

verso 2:
todos los días un negro intenta retarme, ah
todos los días un negro intenta termiarme, ah
salgo en ese roadster sv, ah
mis bolsillos llenos, se ponen pesados, ah
vienen del rey, vienen desde muy lejos,
yo llego vivo hasta el ginal
la competencia, nunca la escucho
estoy en la canción de luna azul brotando nueva edición

pre coro:
la casa tan vacia, necesito un centro de mesa
veinta estantes una mesa, tallados de ébano
corte ese marfil en pedazos delgados
luego ella lo limpio con su cara amo a mi nena
hablas de dinero, necesito un aparato para oir mejor
hablas de mi, no veo ni una sombra
me quitaste de tus planes, entonces lo tomare todo
dejare mi carro si mato cualquier dolor

coro:
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
mira lo que has hecho
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
soy el maldito chico estrella
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
mira lo que has hecho
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
soy el chico estrella

verso 3:
deja un negro brad pitt
leyenda del otoño se llevo el año como un bandido
por mi casa principal y un nuevo vagon
ahora ella va a la tienda la tienda se ve esplendida
ritmo star trek en esa ira de khan
las chicas se alocan cuando escuchan esta canción
100 en la carrera me acercan a dios
no rezamos por amor, solo rezamos por carros

pre coro:
la casa tan vacia, necesito un centro de mesa
veinta estantes una mesa, tallados de ébano
corte ese marfil en pedazos delgados
luego ella lo limpio con su cara amo a mi nena
hablas de dinero, necesito un aparato para oir mejor
hablas de mi, no veo ni una sombra
me quitaste de tus planes, entonces lo tomare todo
dejare mi carro si mato cualquier dolor

coro:
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
mira lo que has hecho
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
soy el maldito chico estrella
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
mira lo que has hecho
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
soy el chico estrella

coro:
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
mira lo que has hecho
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
soy el maldito chico estrella
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
mira lo que has hecho
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
soy el chico estrella