[Intro - Spoken, exhausted, intimate, single piano note, distant crowd screaming] They said, you made it, I said, made what? They said, you’re famous, I said, fuck, is that all? And they laughed, And I laughed, And nobody asked why. [Verse 1 - Raw melodic rap, conversational, increasingly frantic, sparse piano and 808 pulse] I made a little something out of nothing, Now nothing’s ever fucking good enough, I gave ‘em all a piece of what I was, And they came back asking what I’m made of, Made of, made of, Baby, what the fuck am I made of? I used to dream of being seen, Now I can’t leave the house without becoming something, Someone, somebody, anyone but me, A pretty little product of a public execution, And ain’t it funny, How everybody loves you when you’re hungry, But nobody wants to know what you’ve been eating, When you’re full of everything except a feeling. [Chorus 1 - Soaring wounded falsetto, enormous stacked harmonies, drums explode into distorted bass] More, more, more, What the fuck you want me for? I gave you everything I had, You said, baby, give me more, Oh, isn’t it a lovely thing, To have the whole damn world adore you, When the only one who knew you, Doesn’t know you anymore, More, more, more, What the fuck you want me for? [Post-Chorus - Fast syncopated vocal chops, double-time percussion, pitch-shifted call and response] Take it, take it, take it, take it, Make it, make it, make it, make it, Break it, break it, break it, break it, Famous, famous, famous, famous, (Whispered underneath) Are you happy? Are you happy? Are you happy now? [Verse 2 - Aggressive rhythmic rap, sharp internal rhymes, drums dropping in and out] Another fucking mountain, another fucking peak, Another million people telling me what I should be, Another little miracle performed on command, Another standing ovation with a knife in its hand, They want the second coming every second Tuesday, Want a brand-new revolution with a two-day due date, Want the blood, want the sweat, want the beautiful mistake, Want the artist and the art and every dollar they can make, And I, I, I, I don’t even know what winning feels like, Cause the minute that I make it to the finish line, They move the fucking finish line. Move it, move it, Go on, fucking move it. [Chorus 2 - Higher falsetto, gospel harmonies, distorted synth brass, massive halftime drop] More, more, more, What the fuck you want me for? I gave you everything I had, You said, baby, give me more, Oh, isn’t it a lovely thing, To have the whole damn world adore you, When the only one who knew you, Doesn’t know you anymore, More, more, more, What the fuck you want me for? [Verse 3 - Beat disappears, intimate spoken rap, dry close-mic vocal, trembling restraint] I remember being nobody, God, I loved that fucking kid, He could make a mess of something, And nobody gave a shit, He could fall in love on Friday, He could fail and still be free, He could sit alone for hours, Without having to be seen, Now my friends all call me lucky, And my lovers call me gone, And the strangers call me brilliant, When they don’t know what I’ve done, I got everything I wanted, Except the time to want it in, Isn’t that a fucking punchline? Isn’t that a lovely little sin? [Bridge - Fragile falsetto, detuned piano, no drums, breath cracking between phrases] If I gave you all my tomorrows, Would you let me have today? If I handed you my heartbeat, Would you clap as it decayed? Tell me, tell me, tell me, What is left when I am empty? Tell me, tell me, tell me, Would you love me if I wasn’t anything? [Breakdown - Explosive industrial drums, shouted rap, distorted group chants, rapidly accelerating] Raise the stakes, Raise the price, Raise the dead, Raise the lights, Raise the bar, Raise the roof, Raise your hands, Demand the proof, One more hit, One more show, One more fucking miracle, GO, GO, GO, GO, MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE, (Everything cuts abruptly) [Chorus 3 - Nearly whispered opening, then towering falsetto and full choir] More, more, more, What the fuck you want me for? I gave you everything I had, You said, baby, give me more, Oh, isn’t it a lovely thing, To have the whole damn world adore you, When the only one who knew you, Doesn’t know you anymore, More, more, more, What the fuck you want me for? [Outro - Extended emotional vocal improvisation, distorted falsetto, piano falling out of tune, crowd noise slowly disappearing] I made it, I made it, I made it, I made it, But I don’t know where I am. I gave it, I gave it, I gave it, I gave it, Everything I fucking am. And when the curtain finally closes, When the cameras find the door, When there’s nothing left to take from me, Will you still be asking for… More, more, more, More, more, more, (Voice breaking, almost spoken) I used to be somebody, Before everybody knew my name. (Long silence) [Final Whisper - Completely dry vocal, no instruments] And the worst part? I’d do it all again.
