The Weeknd - Starboy ft. Daft Punk (Dave Romans Remix)

I'm tryna put you in the worst mood, I pee one cleaner than your trick shoes, I run it point to just the hurt you are, all good laps it sees you are, none of these toys don't leave to are, make your whole year in a week to ya, main bitch out of your league to are, I've been trying to leave to are, how's the one thing you need to send a piece, funny rats the table call for me, I never need it, cause that I've been to skinny pieces, I should clean up with a face ball on my baby, he talkin' money, need it here and there,

he somethin' right me I don't see a shake I'm tryna sell you to get it laid, Head to but my co-op, and get any barely...

I'm a movie star boy..

I'm a movie star boy..

I'm a movie boy..

I'm chaotic...

I'm a mother, I'm a starboy

Look at you down

I'm a mother, I'm a starboy

Every day a nigga try to text me, yeah

Every day a nigga try to end me, yeah

Come up in the ropes to SBI

Puckets of awake and hefty, yeah

Coming for the king as a prop, right

I come alive in the blood of mine

The competition, I don't want to listen

I'm in the blue moon song, I'm in the blue edition

So won't you need a centerpiece

Twenty runs to table, call from every knee

Cut that I've been to skinny pieces

And check in on what I've faced when I let my baby

You talkin' money, need a hearing aid

You talkin' from me, I don't see a shade

Switch on my side, I'm Tiffany Leyva

Switch on my co-op, I can't let you pay

Look what you got in the car

I'm a mother, I'm a starboy

Look what you got in the car

I'm a mother, I'm a starboy

Let him make a bracket, let you know the fault

To be elect a bandit, blah, blah, blah, bravin'

A brand new egg in, now she hit the grocery shop

Look a lavish, start check through

And I rate the car, when girls get loose

When they hear the song, I'll punch it on the dash

Can we close the car, we don't pray for love

You just pray for car

Look what you got in the car

I'm a mother, I'm a starboy

Let him make a bracket, let you know the fault

To be elect a bandit, blah blah, blah, bravin'

A brand new egg in, now she hit the grocery shop

Look a lavish, start check through

And I rate the car, when girls get loose

When they hear the song, I punch it on the dash

I can be close to God, we don't pray for love

You just pray for God

How for when do you need us on a piece?

20 runs a table, come from every needy

I've got that I've been to skinny pieces

Now check later, what a face, but I love my baby

We talkin' money, need a hero, needy

We talkin' bro me out, I was in a shade

So I'm a salad to get you laid

So check my co-op, I keep money paid

I'm a lover, I'm a star-boy

I'm a lover, I'm a star-boy

I'm a lover, I'm a star-boy

I'm a lover, I'm a star-boy

I'm a lover, I'm a star-boy

I'm a lover, I'm a star-boy

I'm a lover, I'm a star-boy

I'm a lover, I'm a star-boy

I'm a lover, I'm a star-boy

I'm a lover, I'm a star-boy

I'm a lover, I'm a star-boy

I'm a lover, I'm a star-boy

I'm a lover, I'm a star-boy

I'm a lover, I'm a star-boy

I'm a man, I'm a guy, boy

I'm a man, I'm a guy, boy