Bond Market Nightmares

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Chorus

Bond market nightmares, bottle service dreams Sparklers kiss the ceiling, red numbers on the screen Yield curve in my cup, I make it look serene Spend like I'm protected, hedge before its seen Bond market nightmares, bottle service dreams Camera loves the suit; the balance sheet screams

Verse 1

Thursday in the 305, velvet rope arithmetic Junior analysts in linen, founders talking multiples, sick Crypto vets with scar tissue laughing at the basis risk Table minimum so high, the host calls it "relationship" Group chat posts the outlook: debt stress, costs, recession risk I tilt the screen away: "Add another bottle, quick" DJ set in my ear, muted anchors in the right I need the room to see me; I resent the room tonight

Chorus

Verse 2

A founder pinches out the chart, blue glow across his face Debt line climbs the glass while the dancers switch their pace Nobody says "panic"; everybody checks a price I say "liquidity freeze" mid-toast and laugh it off twice My lock screen redraws my smile in little falling bars One market swing from table king to "payment not approved" Exposure under cufflinks, leverage under charm I sell composure by the case while alarms stay in my palm

Bridge

"Bro, this chart says your whole lifestyle expires in three years" No one moves; then laughter buys the room another minute I lift my glass: "That's duration risk." The kick returns beneath it

Chorus

Verse 3

Five-forty by Biscayne, suit coat on my shoulder Sparklers in the gutter, salt air makes me sober Phone at one percent, group chat back to careful tones Street sweeper clears confetti from the curb and from my pose I open allocations: cash, debt, ego, need Maybe cut the leverage, keep runway, learn to breathe Maybe AI pays; maybe debt collects its fee Maybe being seen is not an asset I should lease

Chorus

Bond market nightmares, bottle service dreams. Daybreak on the water, no cameras on the scene. No DJ in my ear, just traffic and the sea. I spend like I'm protected, hedge before its seen. Bond market nightmares, bottle service dreams I price the life I wanted by the sleep it stole from me

Outro

Before the opening bell, I reallocate the dream

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