Biografía:
Abel Makkonen Tesfaye, mejor conocido por su nombre artístico The Weeknd (Toronto, Canadá, 16 de febrero de 1990), es un cantante, compositor y productor canadiense.
A finales de 2010, Tesfaye subió anónimamente varias canciones a YouTube bajo el nombre "The Weeknd". Lanzó tres mixtapes de nueve pistas a lo largo de 2011: House of Balloons, Thursday and Echoes of Silence, que eran muy aclamadas. Al año siguiente, lanzo su álbum recopilatorio
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Otras canciones:
- A Lonely Night
- Call Out My Name
- Cant Feel My Face
- Dark Times
- Die For You
- Earned It
- High For This
- Hurt You
- I Feel It Coming
- In The Nigh
- In The Night
- Material Girl
- Rolling Stone
- Starboy
- The Birds Part 1
- The Hills
- True Colors
- Twenty Eight
- Wasted Times
- 80S Rockstar
- Acquainted
- All I Know
- Angel
- As You Are
- Attention
- Belong To The World
- Birthday Suit
- Blinding Lights
- Coming Down
- Dd
- Devil May Cry
- Do It
- Down Low
- Enemy
- False Alarm
- House Of Balloons
- I Was Never There
- Kiss Land
- Life Of The Party
- Loft Music
- Lonely Star
- Losers
- Love Through Her
- Love To Lay
- Montreal
- My Dear Melancholy
- Nothing Without You
- Odd Look
- Often
- Often Kygo Remix Acoustic
- One Of Those Nights
- Ordinary Life
- Outside
- Party Monster
- Pray For Me
- Pretty
- Prisoner
- Privilege
- Professional
- Real Life
- Reminder
- Rescue You
- Rockin
- Same Old Song
- Secrets
- Shameless
- Sidewalks
- Six Feet Under
- Stargirl Interlude
- Tears In The Rain
- Tell Your Friends
- The Bird Part 1
- The Birds Part 2
- The Fall
- The Knowing
- The Morning
- The Party
- The Party And The After Party
- The Town
- The Town Acoustic
- Thursday
- Till Dawn Here Comes The Sun
- Trust Issues
- Try Me
- Valerie
- Wanderlust
- What You Need
- Wicked Games
- Xo The Host
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Verse 1]
Am Em
I'm tryna put you in the worst mood, ah
C
P1 cleaner than your church shoes, ah
G
Milli point 2 just to hurt you, ah
Am
All red lamb just to tease you, ah
Em
None of these toys on lease too, ah
C
Made your whole year in a week too, yah
G
Main bitch out of your league too, ah
Am
Side bitch out of your league too, ah
[Pre-Chorus]
Am Em
House so empty need a centerpiece
C
Twenty racks a table cut from ebony
G
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
G
Then she clean it with her face, man
I love my baby
Am Em
You talking money need a hearing aid
C
You talking bout me I don't see the shade
G
Switch up my style I take any lane
I switch up my cup I kill any pain
[Chorus]
Am Em C
Look what you've done
G Am
I'm a mother fuckin' Starboy
Em C
Look what you've done
G Am
I'm a mother fuckin' Starboy
[Verse 2]
Em
Every day a nigga try to test me, ah
C
Every day a nigga try to end me, ah
G
Pull off in that roadster SV, ah
Am
Pockets over weight gettin hefty, ah
Em
Coming for the king that's a far cry I
C
I come alive in the fall time I
G
No competition I don't really listen
Am
I'm in the blue mulsanne bumping New Edition
[Pre-Chorus]
Am Em
House so empty need a centerpiece
C
Twenty racks a table cut from ebony
G
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
G
Then she clean it with her face, man
I love my baby
Am Em
You talking money need a hearing aid
C
You talking bout me I don't see the shade
G
Switch up my style I take any lane
I switch up my cup I kill any pain
[Chorus]
Am Em C
Look what you've done
G Am
I'm a mother fuckin' Starboy
Em C
Look what you've done
G Am
I'm a mother fuckin' Starboy
[Verse 3]
Em
Let a nigga Brad Pitt legend of the fall
C
Took the year like a bandit
G
Bought momma a crib and a brand new wagon
Am
Now she hit the grocery shop lookin lavish
Em
Star Trek groove in that Wrath of Khan
C
Girls get loose when they hear the song
G
Hundred on the dash get me close to God
Am
We don't pray for love we just pray for cars
[Pre-Chorus]
Am Em
House so empty need a centerpiece
C
Twenty racks a table cut from ebony
G
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
G
Then she clean it with her face, man
I love my baby
Am Em
You talking money need a hearing aid
C
You talking bout me I don't see the shade
G
Switch up my style I take any lane
I switch up my cup I kill any pain
[Chorus]
Am Em C
Look what you've done
G Am
I'm a mother fuckin' Starboy
Em C
Look what you've done
G Am
I'm a mother fuckin' Starboy
Em C
Look what you've done
G Am
I'm a mother fuckin' Starboy
Em C
Look what you've done
G Am
I'm a mother fuckin' Starboy
Am Em
I'm tryna put you in the worst mood, ah
C
P1 cleaner than your church shoes, ah
G
Milli point 2 just to hurt you, ah
Am
All red lamb just to tease you, ah
Em
None of these toys on lease too, ah
C
Made your whole year in a week too, yah
G
Main bitch out of your league too, ah
Am
Side bitch out of your league too, ah
[Pre-Chorus]
Am Em
House so empty need a centerpiece
C
Twenty racks a table cut from ebony
G
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
G
Then she clean it with her face, man
I love my baby
Am Em
You talking money need a hearing aid
C
You talking bout me I don't see the shade
G
Switch up my style I take any lane
I switch up my cup I kill any pain
[Chorus]
Am Em C
Look what you've done
G Am
I'm a mother fuckin' Starboy
Em C
Look what you've done
G Am
I'm a mother fuckin' Starboy
[Verse 2]
Em
Every day a nigga try to test me, ah
C
Every day a nigga try to end me, ah
G
Pull off in that roadster SV, ah
Am
Pockets over weight gettin hefty, ah
Em
Coming for the king that's a far cry I
C
I come alive in the fall time I
G
No competition I don't really listen
Am
I'm in the blue mulsanne bumping New Edition
[Pre-Chorus]
Am Em
House so empty need a centerpiece
C
Twenty racks a table cut from ebony
G
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
G
Then she clean it with her face, man
I love my baby
Am Em
You talking money need a hearing aid
C
You talking bout me I don't see the shade
G
Switch up my style I take any lane
I switch up my cup I kill any pain
[Chorus]
Am Em C
Look what you've done
G Am
I'm a mother fuckin' Starboy
Em C
Look what you've done
G Am
I'm a mother fuckin' Starboy
[Verse 3]
Em
Let a nigga Brad Pitt legend of the fall
C
Took the year like a bandit
G
Bought momma a crib and a brand new wagon
Am
Now she hit the grocery shop lookin lavish
Em
Star Trek groove in that Wrath of Khan
C
Girls get loose when they hear the song
G
Hundred on the dash get me close to God
Am
We don't pray for love we just pray for cars
[Pre-Chorus]
Am Em
House so empty need a centerpiece
C
Twenty racks a table cut from ebony
G
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
G
Then she clean it with her face, man
I love my baby
Am Em
You talking money need a hearing aid
C
You talking bout me I don't see the shade
G
Switch up my style I take any lane
I switch up my cup I kill any pain
[Chorus]
Am Em C
Look what you've done
G Am
I'm a mother fuckin' Starboy
Em C
Look what you've done
G Am
I'm a mother fuckin' Starboy
Em C
Look what you've done
G Am
I'm a mother fuckin' Starboy
Em C
Look what you've done
G Am
I'm a mother fuckin' Starboy
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