Nhạc sĩ: Abel Tesfaye, Thomas Bangalter, Guy Manuel De Homem Christo, Martin McKinney
Lời đăng bởi: fenghui.liu
I'm tryna put you in your worst mood, I Be one cleaner than your church shoes, I Merely point to just to hurt you, I All red lamps to tease you, I None of these toys on lease, too, I Made you whole year in a week, too, I Main bitch outta your league, too, I Side bitch outta your league, too, I House so empty, need a centerpiece Twenty racks of tape, it cut from up beneath Cut that ivory into skinny pieces Then she clean up with her face, man, I love my baby You talkin' money, need a hearing aid You talkin' bout me, I don't see the shade Switch up my style, I take any lane Switch up my cup, I kill any pain Look what you've done I'm a motherfuckin' starboy Look what you've done I'm a motherfuckin' starboy Every day, I'd rather try to test me, I Every day, I'd rather try to end me, I Pull off in the Roadster SV, I Pockets overweight, gettin' hefty, I Comin' for the king, that's a far cry, I I come alive in the fall time, I No competition, I don't really listen I'm in the blue masoon, bumpin' no addition, baby House so empty, need a centerpiece Twinning racks, it tape, it cut from up beneath Cut that ivory into skinny pieces Then she clean up with her face, man, I love my baby You talkin' money, need a hearing aid You talkin' bout me, I don't see the shade Switch up my style, I take any lane Switch up my cup, I kill any pain Look what you've done I'm a motherfuckin' starboy Look what you've done I'm a motherfuckin' starboy