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Starboy Lyrics

Artist: The Weeknd

"The Weeknd's hit single 'Starboy,' featuring Daft Punk, is a complex exploration of fame, wealth, and identity, juxtaposed with themes of personal emptiness and the sacrifices that come with success. The title 'Starboy' itseelf refers to a flamboyant, successful male figure, characterized by a lavish lifestyle and numerous romantic conquests. The song opens with boasts of luxury cars and exppensive tastes, setting a tone of extravagance. Yet, this opulence serves a dual purpose: not only does it highlight The Weeknd's achievements and material possessions, but it also acts as a shield against criticism and a coping mechanism for the pressures of fame. The Weeknd mentions his luxury cars and wealth to draw a stark contrast between his glamorous lifestyle and the ordinary life, emphasizing that these materialistic triumphs are both a badge of success and a protective barrier against the scrutinizing public eye. Despite the outward bravado, 'Starboy' delves into the artist's inner conflict and the existential void that accompanies fame. The Weeknd touches upon a sense of emptiness amidst his riches, suggesting that material success cannot fill the spiritual or emotional gaps in one's life. This introspection reveals the song's core message: the dual-edged nature of fame, which offers both the intoxicating allure of wealth and a relentless pursuit that often leaves a void. Moreover, 'Starboy' reflects on the constant battle for recognition and the defensive stance The Weeknd adopts in the face of rivalry and criticism. His declaration as a 'motherfuckin' starboy' is both a claim of victory in the music industry and a personal affirmation to withstand the challenges that come with his status. 'Starboy' is not just a narrative of success; it's an acknowledgment of its cost. Through its lyrical depth and pulsating beats, The Weeknd offers a multifaceted view of celebrity life, blending the euphoria of triumph with a candid look at its less glamorous aspects.

Starboy Lyrics

Starboy by The Weeknd

[Intro]
Ayy

[Verse 1]
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 b**ch outta your league too, ah
Side b**ch outta your league too, ah

[Pre-Chorus]
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 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

[Chorus]
(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 motherf**kin' 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 motherf**kin' starboy

[Verse 2]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
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 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

[Chorus]
(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 motherf**kin' 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 motherf**kin' starboy
[Verse 3]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
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 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

[Chorus]
(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 motherf**kin' 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 motherf**kin' 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 motherf**kin' 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 motherf**kin' starboy

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