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The Curve lyrics
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Intro
Thursday came dressed in receipts, ay
Verse 1
Thursday feel like a bonus check, glass to the neck, flex Junior guys at my table talk basis points, bent necks Sparklers march like a rate hike, straight up, no stress test Cameras flash, I'm the index, the room tracks my next step Founder on my left says his runway got six months Laughs it off, orders six more, we drink the risk up Group chat buzz in my pocket like a margin call Flip the phone face down, call that my firewall, low chuckle, Ice bucket doin' numbers the day job can't I nod like I'm insulated, wrist doin' a slow dance Yield curve in my head bendin' like the girl by the rail do Liquidity freeze outside, but this bottle pour straight through
Pre-chorus
DJ drops it low, anchors talkin' low in my skull Two songs in my head, one for the floor, one for the fall Green lasers on the ceiling, red candles in my mind If it all comes down tonight, let it come down fine
Chorus
The curve bends, then we go, we go, Pour slow, let the gold float, gold float, Screens red, my toast gold, ay Ride the high till the low shows The curve bends, then we go, oh-oh, Sparks up, phones down, so cold One swing and it all goes, almost whispered, it all goes But tonight the room is ours, I know
Verse 2
Round two, takin' profits off the night, cash the shine in Coin vet grin like he sold the top twice, no blinkin' Then my boy slides his phone 'cross the marble, face wrong Zoomed line fallin' like the last call song He yells over the drop: "this chart says your life runs out in three years" [band slams back, sour string stab] Room keeps dancin', I hear glass ring, three cheers Numbers in the dark glow like the bar do Strangers pull up stools, they pass me the charts too I laugh with my teeth, my stomach runs spreadsheets Each table's a position, exits where the street meets Anchor in my skull says brace, DJ says bounce I'm long on the night, short on the sunrise, holdin' both counts
Chorus
The curve bends, then we go, we go, Pour slow, let the gold float, gold float, Screens red, my toast gold, ay Ride the high till the low shows The curve bends, then we go, oh-oh, Sparks up, phones down, so cold One swing and it all goes, almost whispered, it all goes But tonight the room is ours, I know
Bridge
Sparklers die out like tickers after close Coat check countin' quiet cash like she knows Valet line crawlin', pink comin' up the coast And my head won't close
Verse 3
Sun up like a margin I ain't covered yet Soft pink over flat water, prettiest shape of a threat Receipts foldin' in my pocket like a bad bet I do curb math: one table cost a lease, voice cracks, no sweat Thinkin' 'bout movin' it all, cards, coins, the tucked stack Boat horn moans like an open bell, callin' my bluff back Could quit the tables, or book one more and run it back Sunrise or spotlight... I keep pickin' the flash
Chorus
The curve bends, then we go, we go, Pour slow, let the gold float, gold float, Screens red, my toast gold, ay Ride the high till the low shows The curve bends, then we go, oh-oh, Sparks up, phones down, so cold One swing and it all goes... or I let it all go Either way the sun found us, I know
Outro
The curve bends...
Inside the recording
Thursday came dressed in receipts, ay
DJ drops it low, anchors talkin' low in my skull Two songs in my head, one for the floor, one for the fall
The curve bends...
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