Tekst piosenki 'Starboy (Live)' wykonawcy The Weeknd

(Look what you've done)
Hey, hey, hey
Oh, we just getting started, Los Angeles, come on!
(I'm a motherfuckin' starboy)
(Look what you've done)
(I'm a motherfuckin' starboy)

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-, let's go

House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table, cut from ebony
Cut that ivory into skinny piеces
Then she clеan it with her face, man, I love my baby

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

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) I see, I see
Look what you've done
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Why? 'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' (Starboy)
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
(Look what you've done)
Look what you've done, ooh, baby
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy

Every day, a nigga try to test me, ah
Every day, a nigga try to end me, yah
Pull off in that Roadster SV
Pockets overweight, gettin' hefty, ah

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 Mulsanne, bumpin' New

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

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, say

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you've done, ooh, oh, oh
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Say 'cause I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you've done
Los Angeles, look what you motherfuckin' 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
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

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, so let's

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you've done
Oh, Los Angeles, look what you motherfuckin' done
(I'm a motherfuckin' starboy)
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you've done, ooh, baby
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy, oh
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
(Look what you've done)
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' starboy
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Said look what you've done
I'm a motherfuckin' starboy

Los Angeles, look what you motherfuckin' done
This is the last show of the first leg of this tour
But we just getting started tonight
Hit that shit