The Weeknd, Playboi Carti, Madonna - Popular Lyrics

 "The Weeknd, Playboi Carti, and Madonna collaborated on a song called 'Popular' for 'The Idol, Vol. 1' soundtrack. The lyrics depict the desire for fame and the lengths some individuals are willing to go to achieve it. The song explores themes of living a lie, craving the spotlight, and the consequences of seeking popularity at any cost. It emphasizes the pressure and superficiality of the entertainment industry. Overall, the lyrics offer a critical perspective on the pursuit of fame and the sacrifices that may be made along the way."


The Weeknd, Playboi Carti, Madonna - Popular Lyrics

(from "The Idol, Vol. 1" soundtrack)


I've seen the devil

Down sunset in every place, in every face


Yeah, yeah

Tell me, do you see her?

She's livin' her life

Even if she acts like she don't want the limelight

But if you knew her, yeah, she lives a lie

She calls the paparazzi then she acts surprised


Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, I know what she needs, oh-oh

She just want the fame, I know what she fiends, oh-oh

Give her a little taste, running back to me, oh-oh

Put it in her veins, pray her soul to keep, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Every night she prays to the sky (Every night)

Flashing lights is all she ever wants to see


Begging on her knees to be popular

That's her dream to be popular

Kill anyone to be popular

Sell her soul to be popular

Popular, just to be popular, uh-huh

Everybody scream 'cause she popular

She mainstream 'cause she popular

Never be free 'cause she popular


Money on top of me, money on top of her, uh-huh

Money on top of me, money on top of her, uh-huh

Shawty fuck with me 'cause she know I'm popular, uh-huh

Shawty fuck with me 'cause she know I'm popular


I know that you see me

Time's gone by

Spent my whole life runnin' from your flashin' lights

Try to own it

But I'm alright

You can't take my soul without a fucking fight, oh


Oh-oh-oh-oh, I know what she needs, oh-oh

She just want the fame, I know what she fiends, oh-oh

Give her a little taste, running back to me, oh-oh

Put it in her veins, pray her soul to keep, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Every night she prays to the sky (Every night)

Flashing lights is all she ever wants to see


Begging on her knees to be popular

That's her dream to be popular

Kill anyone to be popular

Sell her soul to be popular

Popular, just to be popular, uh-huh

Everybody scream 'cause she popular

She mainstream 'cause she popular

Never be free 'cause she popular


Money on top of me, money on top of her, uh-huh

Money on top of me, money on top of her, uh-huh

Shawty fuck with me 'cause she know I'm popular, uh

Shawty fuck with me 'cause she know I'm popular, uh

Money on top of me, money on top of her, uh-huh

Money on top of me, money on top of her, uh-huh

Shawty fuck with me 'cause she know I'm popular, uh-huh

Shawty fuck with me 'cause she know I'm popular


I'm getting money and I'm keepin' it

I'm getting cash and I'm keepin' it

Money on top of me, money on top of her

Shawty fuck with me 'cause she know I'm popular


Pop-popular, born to be popular

She in debt, twenty mill', but she run it up

She can never be broke 'cause she popular

Turn the webcam on for the followers


Begging on her knees to be popular

That's her dream to be popular

Kill anyone to be popular

Sell her soul to be popular

Popular, just to be popular, uh-huh

Everybody scream 'cause she popular

She mainstream 'cause she popular

Never be free 'cause she popular


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