[Intro] [staccato strings, rhythmic breathing, heavy kick drum] Yeah! (Ha-ha!) Yeah! (Yo!) Yeah! (Yeah!) [choir enters] Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! [record scratch] [Verse 1] [male rap vocals, staccato strings, synth bass] Thought the album ended? Yeah, me too Then I heard one more beat and now we're back in the booth Had my feet on the table, had the headphones packed away Then somebody pressed record and now I'm here another day Told myself "be professional", that lasted maybe two minutes Now I'm making bonus tracks with absolutely no limits Said we wrap it up at midnight, that was quite a while ago Now we chasing random ideas just to see where they might go [Chorus] [full band enters, distorted electric guitar, driving drums] Roll the credits! The story's complete But we're still in the studio messing up the beat Roll the credits! Everybody go rest We had one more dumb idea and honestly it's the best [Verse 2] [drums drop to kick and snare, staccato strings] Everybody say "wrap it up", everybody say "we're done" But every time I leave the room I somehow start another one Got twelve unfinished concepts, seven hooks and twenty notes Three voice memos full of nonsense and one stuck inside my throat I was meant to take a break, touch some grass and see the sun Instead I'm sitting in a hoodie writing number one-oh-one If you're still here listening, you deserve some kind of prize 'Cause the credits should've rolled by now about a thousand lines ago [Chorus] [distorted guitar power chords, orchestral strings] Roll the credits! The story's complete But we're still in the studio messing up the beat Roll the credits! Everybody go rest We had one more dumb idea and honestly it's the best [Bridge] [music stops briefly] We still talking? Wait, you're supposed to come in later [heavy orchestral hits, brass, double-time drums] Wait! [choir vocalizations] [Verse 3] [melodic singing, staccato strings, synth bass] You're supposed to come in later, I was halfway to the exit Keys already in my hand, ready to trade the mixer For a life that wasn't planned, then I hear this muffled shouting Sounds like chaos through the walls, some last-minute masterpiece Having a sonic brawl! You're talking about no limits I'm talking about my sleep, but you got me back on the mic Buried in this beat, forget the credits R-E-D We rewriting the script, calling the ghost of a session And honestly I'm equipped, oh yeah, the clock is laughing at us It's hitting four-oh-five, but there's a flicker in the static That makes the track come alive! You keep hoarding the concepts Those notes you never lose, so I pour some fuel on the fire And let the rhythm choose, all the venom in the playback The echo in the room, bringing the final energy To chase away the gloom, so keep the tape rolling Forget the end sign, we'll keep breaking the record One verse at a time! [Chorus] [full orchestral rock arrangement] Roll the credits! The story's complete But we're still in the studio messing up the beat Roll the credits! Everybody go rest We had one more dumb idea and honestly it's the best [Outro] [music fades to staccato strings] Okay, now it's over. Seriously, go listen to something else. Wait, actually don't go, listen to it again. Please? [final orchestral hit] Please?
