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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
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Stimme und Gesang
Daft Punk
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Thomas Bangalter
Songwriter:in
Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo
Songwriter:in
Abel Makkonen Tesfaye
Songwriter:in
Henry Russell Walter
Songwriter:in
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Songwriter:in
Martin McKinney
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
The Weeknd
Co-Produzent:in
Daft Punk
Produzent:in
Martin McKinney
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Florian Lagatta
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Josh Smith
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Serban Ghenea
Mischtechniker:in
John Hanes
Mischtechniker:in
Aya Merrill
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Cirkut
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Josh Smith
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Tom Coyne
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Paroles
Ay
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 outta your league too, ah
Side bitch outta 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 talkin' money, need a hearin' aid
You talkin' '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 motherfuckin' starboy
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' 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, gettin' 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 bumpin' 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 talkin' money, need a hearin' aid
You talkin' '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 motherfuckin' starboy
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' 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 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
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 talkin' money, need a hearin' aid
You talkin' '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 motherfuckin' starboy
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
Look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
Writer(s): Thomas Bangalter, Martin Daniel Mckinney, Abel Tesfaye, Paul Emmanuel De Homem-christo, Jason Quenneville, Walter Henry
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