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  • Shania Twain – That Don’t Impress Me Much lyrics

    I’ve known a few guys who thought they were pretty smart
    But you’ve got being right down to an art
    You think you’re a genius-you drive me up the wall
    You’re a regular original, a know-it-all
    Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re special
    Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re something else

    Okay, so you’re a rocket scientist
    That don’t impress me much
    So you got the brain but have you got the touch
    Don’t get me wrong, yeah I think you’re alright
    But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night
    That don’t impress me much

    I never knew a guy who carried a mirror in his pocket
    And a comb up his sleeve-just in case
    And all that extra hold gel in your hair oughtta lock it
    ‘Cause Heaven forbid it should fall outta place

    Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re special
    Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re something else

    Okay, so you’re Brad Pitt
    That don’t impress me much
    So you got the looks but have you got the touch
    Don’t get me wrong, yeah I think you’re alright
    But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night
    That don’t impress me much

    Yeah

    You’re one of those guys who likes to shine his machine
    You make me take off my shoes before you let me get in
    I can’t believe you kiss your car good night
    C’mon baby tell me-you must be jokin’, right!

    Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re special
    Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re something else

    Okay, so you’ve got a car
    That don’t impress me much
    So you got the moves but have you got the touch
    Don’t get me wrong, yeah I think you’re alright
    But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night

    That don’t impress me much
    You think you’re cool but have you got the touch now now
    Don’t get me wrong, yeah I think you’re alright
    But that won’t keep me warm on the long, cold, lonely night
    That don’t impress me much
    Ah yeah yeah

    Okay, so what do you think you’re Elvis or something…
    Whatever
    That don’t impress me


  • The Weeknd – Starboy (VEVO Presents Show At L.A. Hangar Studios) (Live)

    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 out 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
    You talking money, need a hearing aid
    You talking ’bout me, I don’t see a 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
    Coming for the king, that’s a far cry, ah
    I come alive in the fall time, I
    No 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
    You talking money, need a hearing aid
    You talking ’bout me, I don’t see a 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 Brad 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 looking lavish
    Star Trek roof in that Wrath of Khan
    Girls get loose when they hear this song
    100 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 talking money, need a hearing aid
    You talking ’bout me, I don’t see a 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


  • The Weeknd – Starboy (feat. Daft Punk) (On The Voice Season 11) (Live)

    [The Weeknd]
    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 out your league too, ah
    Side bitch out of your league too, ah…

    House so empty, need a centerpiece
    Twenty racks a table, carved from ebony
    Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
    Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby
    You talking money, need a hearing aid
    You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
    Switch out my side, I’ll take any lane
    I switch out my car if I kill any pain

    (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 motherfucking Starboy
    (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
    Look what you’ve done
    (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
    I’m a motherfucking 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, getting hefty, ah
    Coming for the king, that’s a far cry, I
    I come alive in the fall time, I
    The competition, I don’t ever listen
    I’m in the blue Mulsanne bumping New Edition

    House so empty, need a centerpiece
    Twenty racks a table, carved from ebony
    Cut that ivory to skinny pieces
    Then she clean it with her face but I love my baby
    You talking money, need a hearing aid
    You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
    Switch out my side, I’ll take any lane
    I switch out my car if I kill any pain

    (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 motherfucking Starboy
    (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
    Look what you’ve done
    (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
    I’m a motherfucking Starboy

    Let a nigga Brad Pitt
    Legend of the fall took the year like a bandit
    By my ma a crib and a brand new wagon
    Now she hit the grocery shop looking lavish
    Star Trek groove in that Wraith of Khan
    Girls get loose when they hear this song
    100 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, carved from ebony
    Cut that ivory to skinny pieces
    Then she clean it with her face but I love my baby
    You talking money, need a hearing aid
    You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
    Switch out my side, I’ll take any lane
    I switch out my car if I kill any pain

    (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 motherfucking 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 motherfucking 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 motherfucking 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 motherfucking Starboy…


  • The Weeknd – Starboy (feat. Daft Punk)

    [The Weeknd]
    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 out your league too, ah
    Side bitch out of your league too, ah…

    House so empty, need a centerpiece
    Twenty racks a table, carved from ebony
    Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
    Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby
    You talking money, need a hearing aid
    You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
    Switch out my side, I’ll take any lane
    I switch out my car if I kill any pain

    (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 motherfucking Starboy
    (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
    Look what you’ve done
    (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
    I’m a motherfucking 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, getting hefty, ah
    Coming for the king, that’s a far cry, I
    I come alive in the fall time, I
    The competition, I don’t ever listen
    I’m in the blue Mulsanne bumping New Edition

    House so empty, need a centerpiece
    Twenty racks a table, carved from ebony
    Cut that ivory to skinny pieces
    Then she clean it with her face but I love my baby
    You talking money, need a hearing aid
    You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
    Switch out my side, I’ll take any lane
    I switch out my car if I kill any pain

    (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 motherfucking Starboy
    (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
    Look what you’ve done
    (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
    I’m a motherfucking Starboy

    Let a nigga Brad Pitt
    Legend of the fall took the year like a bandit
    By my ma a crib and a brand new wagon
    Now she hit the grocery shop looking lavish
    Star Trek groove in that Wraith of Khan
    Girls get loose when they hear this song
    100 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, carved from ebony
    Cut that ivory to skinny pieces
    Then she clean it with her face but I love my baby
    You talking money, need a hearing aid
    You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
    Switch out my side, I’ll take any lane
    I switch out my car if I kill any pain

    (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 motherfucking 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 motherfucking 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 motherfucking 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 motherfucking Starboy…


  • Weeknd – Starboy lyrics

    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, yeah
    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 up with her face, man
    I love my baby
    You talking money need a hearing aid
    You talking ’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
    Look what you’ve done!
    Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
    I’m a motherfuckin’ Starboy
    Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
    Look what you’ve done!
    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, ah
    Pull off in that roadster SV, ah
    Pockets over weight getting hefty, ah
    Coming for the king that’s a far cry
    I come alive in the fall time I
    No 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 up with her face, man
    I love my baby
    You talking money need a hearing aid
    You talking 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
    Look what you’ve done!
    Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
    I’m a motherfuckin’ Starboy
    Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
    Look what you’ve done!
    Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
    I’m a motherfuckin’ Starboy

    Let a nigga Brad 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 looking lavish
    Star Trek groove in that Wraith of Khan
    Girls get loose when they hear this song
    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 up with her face
    Man I love my baby
    You talking money need a hearing aid
    You talking bout me I don’t see your 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
    Look what you’ve done!
    Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
    I’m a motherfuckin’ 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 motherfuckin’ 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 motherfuckin’ 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 motherfuckin’ Starboy


  • Shania Twain – That Don’t Impress Me Much

    I’ve known a few guys who thought they were pretty smart
    But you’ve got being right down to an art
    You think you’re a genius
    you drive me up the wall
    You’re a regular original know-it-all

    Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re special
    Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re something else

    Okay, so you’re a rocket scientist
    That don’t impress me much
    So you got the brains, but have you got the touch
    Don’t get me wrong, I think you’re alright
    But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night
    That don’t impress me much

    I never knew a guy who carried a mirror in his pocket
    And a comb up his sleeve – just in case
    And all that extra hold gel in your hair oughtta lock it
    ‘Cause Heaven forbid it should fall out of place

    Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re special
    Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re something else

    Okay, so you’re Brad Pitt
    That don’t impress me much
    So you got the looks, but have you got the touch
    Don’t get me wrong, yeah, I think you’re alright
    But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night
    That don’t impress me much

    You’re one of those guys that likes to shine his machine
    You make me take off my shoes before you let me get in
    I can’t believe you kiss your car good night
    C’mon, baby, tell me – you must be joking right!

    Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re special
    Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re something else

    Okay, so you’ve got a car
    That don’t impress me much
    So you got the moves, but have you got the touch
    Don’t get me wrong, yeah, I think you’re alright
    But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night

    That don’t impress me much
    You think you’re cool but have you got the touch
    Don’t get me wrong, yeah, I think you’re alright
    But that won’t keep me warm on the long, cold, lonely night
    That don’t impress me much

    Okay, so what do you think, you’re Elvis or something?
    Whatever
    That don’t impress me
    That don’t impress me


  • The Weeknd – Starboy (feat. Daft Punk) (Starboy Album)

    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 out 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
    You talking money, need a hearing aid
    You talking ’bout me, I don’t see a 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
    Coming for the king, that’s a far cry, ah
    I come alive in the fall time, I
    No 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
    You talking money, need a hearing aid
    You talking ’bout me, I don’t see a 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 Brad 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 looking lavish
    Star Trek roof in that Wrath of Khan
    Girls get loose when they hear this song
    100 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 talking money, need a hearing aid
    You talking ’bout me, I don’t see a 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


  • The Weeknd – Starboy (feat. Daft Punk) (Lyric Video)

    [The Weeknd]
    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 out your league too, ah
    Side bitch out of your league too, ah…

    House so empty, need a centerpiece
    Twenty racks a table, carved from ebony
    Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
    Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby
    You talking money, need a hearing aid
    You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
    Switch out my side, I’ll take any lane
    I switch out my car if I kill any pain

    (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 motherfucking Starboy
    (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
    Look what you’ve done
    (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
    I’m a motherfucking 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, getting hefty, ah
    Coming for the king, that’s a far cry, I
    I come alive in the fall time, I
    The competition, I don’t ever listen
    I’m in the blue Mulsanne bumping New Edition

    House so empty, need a centerpiece
    Twenty racks a table, carved from ebony
    Cut that ivory to skinny pieces
    Then she clean it with her face but I love my baby
    You talking money, need a hearing aid
    You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
    Switch out my side, I’ll take any lane
    I switch out my car if I kill any pain

    (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 motherfucking Starboy
    (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
    Look what you’ve done
    (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
    I’m a motherfucking Starboy

    Let a nigga Brad Pitt
    Legend of the fall took the year like a bandit
    By my ma a crib and a brand new wagon
    Now she hit the grocery shop looking lavish
    Star Trek groove in that Wraith of Khan
    Girls get loose when they hear this song
    100 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, carved from ebony
    Cut that ivory to skinny pieces
    Then she clean it with her face but I love my baby
    You talking money, need a hearing aid
    You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
    Switch out my side, I’ll take any lane
    I switch out my car if I kill any pain

    (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 motherfucking 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 motherfucking 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 motherfucking 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 motherfucking Starboy…


  • Shania Twain – That Don’t Impress Me Much letras

    I’ve known a few guys who thought they were pretty smart
    But you’ve got being right down to an art
    You think you’re a genius
    you drive me up the wall
    You’re a regular original know-it-all

    Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re special
    Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re something else

    Okay, so you’re a rocket scientist
    That don’t impress me much
    So you got the brains, but have you got the touch
    Don’t get me wrong, I think you’re alright
    But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night
    That don’t impress me much

    I never knew a guy who carried a mirror in his pocket
    And a comb up his sleeve – just in case
    And all that extra hold gel in your hair oughtta lock it
    ‘Cause Heaven forbid it should fall out of place

    Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re special
    Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re something else

    Okay, so you’re Brad Pitt
    That don’t impress me much
    So you got the looks, but have you got the touch
    Don’t get me wrong, yeah, I think you’re alright
    But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night
    That don’t impress me much

    You’re one of those guys that likes to shine his machine
    You make me take off my shoes before you let me get in
    I can’t believe you kiss your car good night
    C’mon, baby, tell me – you must be joking right!

    Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re special
    Oh-oo-oh, you think you’re something else

    Okay, so you’ve got a car
    That don’t impress me much
    So you got the moves, but have you got the touch
    Don’t get me wrong, yeah, I think you’re alright
    But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night

    That don’t impress me much
    You think you’re cool but have you got the touch
    Don’t get me wrong, yeah, I think you’re alright
    But that won’t keep me warm on the long, cold, lonely night
    That don’t impress me much

    Okay, so what do you think, you’re Elvis or something?
    Whatever
    That don’t impress me
    That don’t impress me


  • The Weeknd – Starboy (feat. Daft Punk) (On SNL) (Live) letras

    [The Weeknd]
    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 out your league too, ah
    Side bitch out of your league too, ah…

    House so empty, need a centerpiece
    Twenty racks a table, carved from ebony
    Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
    Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby
    You talking money, need a hearing aid
    You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
    Switch out my side, I’ll take any lane
    I switch out my car if I kill any pain

    (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 motherfucking Starboy
    (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
    Look what you’ve done
    (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
    I’m a motherfucking 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, getting hefty, ah
    Coming for the king, that’s a far cry, I
    I come alive in the fall time, I
    The competition, I don’t ever listen
    I’m in the blue Mulsanne bumping New Edition

    House so empty, need a centerpiece
    Twenty racks a table, carved from ebony
    Cut that ivory to skinny pieces
    Then she clean it with her face but I love my baby
    You talking money, need a hearing aid
    You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
    Switch out my side, I’ll take any lane
    I switch out my car if I kill any pain

    (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 motherfucking Starboy
    (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
    Look what you’ve done
    (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
    I’m a motherfucking Starboy

    Let a nigga Brad Pitt
    Legend of the fall took the year like a bandit
    By my ma a crib and a brand new wagon
    Now she hit the grocery shop looking lavish
    Star Trek groove in that Wraith of Khan
    Girls get loose when they hear this song
    100 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, carved from ebony
    Cut that ivory to skinny pieces
    Then she clean it with her face but I love my baby
    You talking money, need a hearing aid
    You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
    Switch out my side, I’ll take any lane
    I switch out my car if I kill any pain

    (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 motherfucking 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 motherfucking 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 motherfucking 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 motherfucking Starboy…


  • The Weeknd feat. Daft Punk – Starboy Lyrics

    (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 bi**h out your league too, ah
    Side bi**h out of your league too, ah

    (Pre Chorus)
    House so empty, need a centerpiece
    20 racks a table cut from ebony
    She cut that ivory into skinny pieces
    Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby
    You talking money, need a hearing aid
    You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
    Switch up my style, I take any lane
    I switch up my cup, I kill any pain

    (Chorus)
    Look what you’ve done
    I’m a motherf**king starboy
    Look what you’ve done
    I’m a motherf**king starboy

    (Verse 2)
    Every day a ni**a try to test me, ah
    Every day a ni**a try to end me, ah
    Pull off in that Roadster SV, ah
    Pockets overweight, getting hefty, ah
    Coming for the king, that’s a far cry, ah
    I come alive in the fall time, I
    No competition, I don’t really listen
    I’m in the blue Mulsanne bumping New Edition

    (Pre Chorus)
    House so empty, need a centerpiece
    20 racks a table cut from ebony
    She cut that ivory into skinny pieces
    Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby
    You talking money, need a hearing aid
    You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
    Switch up my style, I take any lane
    I switch up my cup, I kill any pain

    (Chorus)
    Look what you’ve done
    I’m a motherf**king starboy
    Look what you’ve done
    I’m a motherf**king starboy

    (Verse 3)
    Let a ni**a Brad 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 looking lavish
    Star Trek roof in that Wraith of Khan
    Girls get loose when they hear this song
    100 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
    20 racks a table cut from ebony
    She cut that ivory into skinny pieces
    Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby
    You talking money, need a hearing aid
    You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
    Switch up my style, I take any lane
    I switch up my cup, I kill any pain

    (Chorus)
    Look what you’ve done
    I’m a motherf**king starboy
    Look what you’ve done
    I’m a motherf**king starboy
    Look what you’ve done
    I’m a motherf**king starboy
    Look what you’ve done
    I’m a motherf**king starboy