[Title: ECSTATIC] [Style: glitchy art-pop, falsetto gang chorus, hand-claps, 808 sub, fuzz guitar stabs, gospel back-vox, 92 BPM verses → 132 BPM drops] [Mood: tender → unhinged → euphoric → tender] [Intro — whisper, dry mic, single take] You're a mother fucking... (...beat cuts out...) ...mothah fuckinnnn— [Drop 1 — full band hit, gang shout] ROCKSTAR! (ROCKSTAR!) ROCKSTAR! [Verse 1 — half-time, finger snaps, playful] Mothah, mothah — may I please hold the cheese? LIKE A NIGHT HAMSTAH (scurry, scurry) ECSTATIC FOX — CRISS — CROSS — squirrel, squirrel! [Pre-Chorus — claps double-time, building] You a mother. You a fucking. You a — [Chorus 1 — explosive, gospel stacks] ROCKSTAR! You a mother fucking ROCKSTAR! Mothah. Fucking. Rockstar. ROCKSTAR! [Verse 2 — piano + voice only, intimate] You inspire me to be He. You inspire me to be Her. You inspire me to be Them. Everyone — I need — to be. To be a god damn mother. [Bridge — strings swell, harmonic stacks, slow build] I don't know I don't know I don't know who else could teach me — the way a rockstar the way a rockstar the way a rockstar could only dream. [Drop 2 — all elements stacked, controlled chaos] ROCKSTAR! (mothah, mothah) ROCKSTAR! (squirrel, squirrel) ECSTATIC FOX! CRISS! CROSS! LIKE A NIGHT HAMSTAH! ROCKSTAR! [Chorus 2 — full gang, hands in the air] You a mother fucking ROCKSTAR! You a Mother. Fucking. Rockstar. ROCKSTAR! ROCKSTAR! [Outro — strip back to whisper, just breath and one mic] And that means... And that means... And that means the world. [Final tag — exhale, dry] You're a mother fucking rockstar.
