//His bags are heavy…

His bags are heavy…

Knees weak, brains’ no sanity. There’s blood in his wallet already, whales confetti. He’s nervous. But on the surface he looks tired and ready, to buy the dip, but he keeps on forgettin’ย  what he sold down.The whole market crashes back down. He opens his wallet, but the cash won’t come out. He’s FOMO, how? Everybody’s FUDing now. The clocks run out, times up, over, blaaowSnap, back to reality…

Knees weak, brains' no sanity. There's blood in his wallet already, whales confetti. He's nervous. But on the surface he looks tired and ready, to buy the dip, but he keeps on forgettin'ย  what he sold down.
The whole market crashes back down. He opens his wallet, but the cash won't come out. He's FOMO, how? Everybody's FUDing now. The clocks run out, times up, over, blaaow

Snap, back to reality…