Starboy Songtext
von Alexander Stewart
Starboy Songtext
I′m trying put you in the worst mood, ah
Player one cleaner than your church shoes, ah
Million 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 of your league too, ah
Side bitch out of your league too, ah
House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty 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 about 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 Star boy
Look what you've done
I′m a motherfucking Star boy
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
Comin′ 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
Twenty 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 about 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 Star boy
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfucking Star boy
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 lookin′ 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
Twenty 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 about 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 Star boy
Look what you′ve done
I'm a motherfucking Star boy
Look what you′ve done
I'm a motherfucking Star boy
Look what you've done
I′m a motherfucking Star boy
Player one cleaner than your church shoes, ah
Million 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 of your league too, ah
Side bitch out of your league too, ah
House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty 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 about 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 Star boy
Look what you've done
I′m a motherfucking Star boy
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
Comin′ 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
Twenty 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 about 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 Star boy
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfucking Star boy
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 lookin′ 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
Twenty 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 about 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 Star boy
Look what you′ve done
I'm a motherfucking Star boy
Look what you′ve done
I'm a motherfucking Star boy
Look what you've done
I′m a motherfucking Star boy
Writer(s): Thomas Bangalter, Martin Daniel Mckinney, Abel Tesfaye, Paul Emmanuel De Homem-christo, Jason Quenneville, Walter Henry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com