MARKET

(Intro)

Green candles, red candles, screens glow at night,

Some pray for the moon, some panic and fight.

This market don’t care about dreams or your pride,

You learn how to hold… or you watch it all slide.

(Hook)

Market flyin’ like Małysz off the jump tonight,

Sometimes to the moon, sometimes crashin’ in the ice.

Bitcoin in the wind like a ski in the sky,

If your mind stays cold, you’re the one who will fly.

Market flyin’ like Małysz — long flight, big drop,

Only ones who stay calm are the ones at the top.

(Verse 1)

Charts glow blue in the middle of the night,

One green candle got the whole world hyped.

Everybody screaming “moon!” in the crowd,

But smart money movin’ silent, never loud.

When the market drops like snow from a cliff,

Twitter burns like the end’s in the script.

But I’ve seen this movie a thousand times,

Fear makes sellers — patience makes dimes.

I don’t chase every move on the screen,

Greed turns kings into ghosts in a blink.

This game ain’t luck and it ain’t quick fame,

It’s cold discipline in a psychological game.

(Hook)

Market flyin’ like Małysz off the jump tonight,

Sometimes to the moon, sometimes crashin’ in the ice.

Bitcoin in the wind like a ski in the sky,

If your mind stays cold, you’re the one who will fly.

Market flyin’ like Małysz — long flight, big drop,

Only ones who stay calm are the ones at the top.

(Verse 2)

I seen bull runs turn kids into kings,

Seen bear markets cut portfolios thin.

Some buy the top when the hype gets loud,

Others stack silence while the fear’s in the crowd.

Leverage a devil in a tailored suit,

First it’s a friend — then it’s takin’ your loot.

One red candle rewrite your fate,

Turn a market hero to a margin call state.

But Bitcoin ain’t just hype in a trend,

It’s code in the blocks that refuse to bend.

Some laugh now, some stack every dip,

Time decides who was talk and who was legit.

(Hook – Final)

Market flyin’ like Małysz off the jump tonight,

Sometimes to the moon, sometimes crashin’ in the ice.

Bitcoin in the wind like a ski in the sky,

If your mind stays cold, you’re the one who will fly.

Market flyin’ like Małysz — watch the line, watch the drop,

Cause the loudest in the room ain’t the ones at the top.