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Megahits 2017: Die Zweite
Disc 1
01. Tuesday
02. Breathe
03. You Don’t Know Me (radio edit)
04. Stay
05. Chasing Highs
06. Issues
07. Love
08. Down
09. Starboy
10. 1 Life
11. Kids
12. Show You Love
13. Shed a Light
14. Hear Me Now
15. Ciao Adios
16. Rich Boy
17. No Lie
18. The Mack
19. Now and Later
20. Black Beatles
21. Everyday
22. Meine Posse
23. Run Up
Disc 2
01. Cold (Without Future)
02. Despacito
03. Steady 1234
04. Shooting Stars
05. All Time Low (new mix)
06. Believer
07. Way Down We Go
08. No Roots (single version)
09. September Song
10. Feuerwerk
11. Wenn du liebst
12. Wunderfinder
13. So schön kaputt
14. Wave Your Flag
15. I Love You
16. Places
17. Can’t Steal the Music
18. All Night
19. Don’t Kill My Vibe
20. Karma
21. Thinking ’bout You
22. Dancing on My Own
23. Dream On
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 outta 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
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face, man, I love my baby, ah
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

Look what you've done

I'm a motherfucking starboy

Look what you've done

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 really listen
I'm in the blue Mulsanne bumping New Edition

House so empty, need a centerpiece
20 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 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

Look what you've done

I'm a motherfucking starboy

Look what you've done

I'm a motherfucking 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 looking 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
20 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 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

Look what you've done

I'm a motherfucking starboy

Look what you've done

I'm a motherfucking starboy

Look what you've done

I'm a motherfucking starboy

Look what you've done

I'm a motherfucking starboy