After the massive mainstream success of Beauty Behind The Madness and, frankly, the way his career has soared since House of Balloons, The Weeknd is taking a moment to let you know that he is not ashamed of his success.

While the lyrics here are pure braggadocio, the tone of the singer’s delivery is what lets it go down so easy.  His tenor adds a spoonful of sugar to even the most obnoxious series of lines and makes them work for him.  Add to that the fact that he seems to approaching the bragging seems to be coming from a place a feeling that it was well earned makes it something that you feel like he’s entitled to do (even though he has done songs like this before).

Something that a lot of longtime The Weeknd fans will like is that, based on this single, the singer might be going back to his more eclectic beats that merges tribal sound with electronic pulses.  It’s still not as hard thumping as what you would have gotten from his first two official releases, but not nearly as smooth as the bulk of BBTM.  As we said when we reviewed Tell Your Friends, now that he has managed to merge both the new fans and the old camp into a more cohesive unit, he’s going to serve up something that can be appreciated by both and still allows him grow as a brand and keep integrity as an artist.

Sidenote: I can’t tell if that Brad Pitt line is just weird timing or oddly prescient.

This is title track from The Weeknd’s upcoming album, due out November 25.  Lyrics courtesy of (Rap)Genius.

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, yah
Main bitch out your league too, ah
Side bitch out of your league too, ah

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

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
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

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 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
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

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

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