The "so what"

dakar future bass, classical dirty south

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Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Walking through the valley where the unicorns graze
Billion-dollar visions in a digital haze
Everyone's invited but the door might collapse
While we're counting paper that's built on perhaps
Metrics climbing skyward with no gravity check
Funding rounds in circles, what comes after next?
Outsiders are pressing faces up to the glass
Watching golden bubbles that might not last

[Chorus]
Can't tell if it's real, can't tell if it's fake
FOMO and dread for everybody's sake
Vertigo setting when the numbers don't land
Circular money changing every hand
So what's the takeaway when the room starts to spin?
Read between the hype and the fear settling in
So what's the message when the mood gets unclear?
Trust what you can touch when the vision's not here

[Verse 2]
Valuations floating like balloons in space
No anchor to reality, no baseline to trace
Insiders are dizzy from the altitude shift
When success feels borrowed and the ground starts to drift
Company A funds B, B invests back in A
Round and round the capital in infinite play
The optimism curdles when you spot the loop
Self-inflating system like a magic trick troupe

[Chorus]
Can't tell if it's real, can't tell if it's fake
FOMO and dread for everybody's sake
Vertigo setting when the numbers don't land
Circular money changing every hand
So what's the takeaway when the room starts to spin?
Read between the hype and the fear settling in
So what's the message when the mood gets unclear?
Trust what you can touch when the vision's not here

[Bridge]
Not screaming disaster, not calling it doomed
Just lost in the static of an overhyped room
The stress isn't knowing that it's destined to fall
The stress is not knowing if there's substance at all
When parties look golden but the crash hits us all
When being left out still means taking the fall

[Verse 3]
Reading public mood when the signals conflict
Half celebration, half impending evict
The room tells a story of confusion and doubt
When nobody's certain what it's really about
So gather the data from the whispers and shouts
Map all the tensions and the insider routes
The "so what" emerges from the chaos you see
Understanding ambiguity is the key

[Chorus]
Can't tell if it's real, can't tell if it's fake
FOMO and dread for everybody's sake
Vertigo setting when the numbers don't land
Circular money changing every hand
So what's the takeaway when the room starts to spin?
Read between the hype and the fear settling in
So what's the message when the mood gets unclear?
Trust what you can touch when the vision's not here

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