FTX (First Glimpse)

Lyrics

Boy genius, cute curls, cargo shorts on the Zoom.
Sleeps on a beanbag in the conference room.
But the view from the penthouse is salty and sweet.
Albany, Bahamas, got the world at your feet.
Got a Patagonia vest, got a ten-figure plan.
The effective altruist, our humble young man.

Larry David's on the screen, February twenty-two.
Best two minutes that money ever blew.
Selling the future, bright and bold.
A story so good it had to be sold.
"I'm never wrong about this stuff," he said.
LOL, OMG, the brand is dead.

All the celebs are on board, it's a sure-fire bet.
Tom Brady's smiling, haven't lost a dollar yet.
Put your name up on the dome where the Miami Heat call home.
A hundred thirty-five million for the shiny, shiny chrome.
This is fine, this is legit.
Don't you dare think about it.

Larry David's on the screen, February twenty-two.
Best two minutes that money ever blew.
Selling the future, bright and bold.
A story so good it had to be sold.
"I'm never wrong about this stuff," he said.
LOL, OMG, the brand is dead.

Then November came around.
That soft, digital, crashing sound.
"I screwed up," you hear him say, while the billions drain away.
From the penthouse to the stand.
With your parents holding your hand.

Larry David's on the screen, February twenty-two!
Best two minutes that money ever blew!
Selling the future, bright and bold!
A story so good it had to be sold!
"I'm never wrong about this stuff," he said!
LOL, OMG, the brand is dead!

Don't miss out.
Don't miss out.
On the future.
On the vest.
On the penthouse.
Never wrong.