Odes to Joy

Odes on Tender Specie(s) Vol III: Bad Faith · Track 1 · opener

Bad Faith (Opener)

Vol III opens with the fraud volume's mission statement. Every age finds a new way to lie about value. Bo opens it, Atlanta sneer, mid-uptempo strut, the volume of broken promises.

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah.
They call it a hustle. Call it a game.
Call it the new new thing.
I call it Tuesday.
It's always Tuesday.
And there's always a story.
Listen up.

[Verse 1]
Seen it on Peachtree with three little cards.
Seen it in a backroom, boys breathing hard.
Seen it in a handshake, a little too warm.
A promise whispered to keep you from harm.
The weight of the gold ain't the gold, it's the tale.
The heft of the paper that's destined to fail.
From a king with a new mint to a man on the corner,
Selling you heaven, just makin' you a mourner.

[Chorus]
It's the bad faith shuffle.
The sweet-talking lie.
Yeah, you wanna believe it, I can see it in your eye.
Same river, new water. Same dust, new shine.
Every age gets the grift it deserves.
And this one? Honey, this one is mine.

[Verse 2]
Now the cards are all code, the backroom's a screen.
The promise is pixels, so shiny and clean.
They talkin' 'bout futures, decentralizin' the dream.
But it's the same muddy water in a brand new stream.
They sellin' you tokens and JPEGs of apes,
Dressing up zeros in digital capes.
Call it disruption, a paradigm shift.
I call it the setup. The long, patient grift.

[Chorus]
It's the bad faith shuffle.
The sweet-talking lie.
Yeah, you wanna believe it, I can see it in your eye.
Same river, new water. Same dust, new shine.
Every age gets the grift it deserves.
And this one? Honey, this one is mine.

[Bridge]
Here's the secret. The part they don't say.
You bring the greed, I just show it the way.
You bring the hope that this time it's for real.
You're buyin' the feelin', not the thing that I steal.
You want the shortcut. The one magic key.
The truth is, you're not buyin' it from me.
You're buyin' it from you.
I'm just the mirror.

[Chorus]
It's the bad faith shuffle!
The sweet-talking lie!
Yeah, you wanna believe it, you can't even try to hide that look in your eye!
Same river, new water! Same dust, new shine!
Every age gets the grift it deserves.
And this one? Honey, this one is all mine.

[Outro]
All mine.
Yeah.
The promise was never the point.
It was always the break.
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