Look at me

[Intro]
(brass fanfare, a crowd roaring, then a single spotlight click)
(spoken, smooth)
Go ahead.
Take a good look.

[Verse 1]
Walk in the room and the room gets quiet
Don’t have to speak, they already buy it
Crown on my head, but I never put it on
It was always there, since the day I was born
Don’t need your help, don’t need your advice
Everything I touch turns to gold, turns to ice
You can study my steps, you can copy my style
But nobody does it quite like I do, child

[Pre-Chorus]
Say my name, say it slow
Say it like you’ve always known
That I’m better than the best
And I’m better than the rest

[Chorus]
Look at me, look at me
Everybody bows eventually
I’m the king of everything I see
Look at me, look at me
Don’t you know that I’m the one
Who was born to be the sun
Everybody bows eventually
Look at me

[Verse 2]
Never said sorry, never learned how
Mistakes are for people who aren’t me now
If I fall, it’s the ground that was wrong
If I lose, then they cheated all along
Gave me a throne, I said “that’s too small”
Built me a statue, I said “make it tall”
They call it arrogance, I call it truth
Born with the proof, don’t need the proof

[Pre-Chorus]
Say my name, say it slow
Say it like you’ve always known
That I’m better than the best
And I’m better than the rest

[Chorus]
Look at me, look at me
Everybody bows eventually
I’m the king of everything I see
Look at me, look at me
Don’t you know that I’m the one
Who was born to be the sun
Everybody bows eventually
Look at me

[Bridge]
(the beat drops out, only a low synth and Pride’s voice)
Funny, the crowd’s gone quiet now
Nobody’s clapping, nobody’s here
Just me and the mirror, and I’m still standing proud
Because the mirror’s the only one who’s ever been sincere
(whispered)
And it says I’m perfect.
It has to.
It’s me.

[Final Chorus]
(huge, choir and brass back in, every layer)
Look at me, look at me
Everybody bows eventually
I’m the king of everything I see
Look at me, look at me
Don’t you know that I’m the one
Who was born to be the sun
Everybody bows eventually
Look at me

[Outro]
(the music fades; a single spotlight click)
(spoken, smooth, alone)
Look at me.
(a long pause, an empty room)
...Look.

Big, cinematic trap-pop: booming 808s, regal brass stabs, a choir swelling under the hook. Pride sings like a headliner who believes every word. The verses are confident and half-rapped, and the hook is sung big and slow., Male Vocals