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Title: “Cheese Pizza Currency” - Trading with ebstain Style: Miami Bass, Dirty Rap Lyrics: Arian & Chatgpt [Verse 1] Twelve inboxes deep, all left unlocked, A paper trail bleeding through the newsfeed clock. Names in documents, doors left wide, Smash-and-grab secrets with nowhere to hide. Lords and shadows, silk-lined lies, Downing Street whispers and alibi sighs. [Pre-Chorus] They say, “I didn’t know, I just passed him by,” But silence talks loud when the reasons don’t fly. [Chorus] What’s the price of power when the lights go dim? Not gold, not glory, not a million in them. It’s coded words in a backroom plea, Trading truth for a cheese pizza currency. Not hungry for dinner, hungry to belong, In the loop, in the deal, where the deals go wrong. [Verse 2] Espionage echoes through boardroom glass, Insider whispers move futures fast. Solar bets placed before sunrise breaks, Mining towns built on tomorrow’s mistakes. They don’t need the money, they don’t need the fame, They need the nod, the wink, the game. [Pre-Chorus] Stock ticks twitch like a nervous lie, When you already know which horse will fly. [Chorus] What’s the price of power when the lights go dim? Not gold, not glory, not a million in them. It’s coded words in a backroom plea, Trading truth for a cheese pizza currency. Not hungry for dinner, hungry to belong, In the loop, in the deal, where the deals go wrong. [Bridge] Everybody knew, but nobody saw, Everybody swore they were shocked—by law. Pies on the table, hands in the tin, If everyone’s guilty, who’s gonna win? [Verse 3] Gmail ghosts and a thousand eyes, Reading the past through a digital spyglass sky. Not the scandal, not the face, It’s the system that learned how to erase. [Chorus Final] What’s the price of power when the lights go dim? It ain’t the money, it’s the access within. It’s coded words in a backroom plea, Trading truth for a cheese pizza currency. No recipe here, just a bitter song, About wanting inside where the inside’s wrong. [Outro] Delete the accounts, but the stain remains, You can scrub the screen, not the chains. When secrets are snacks and silence is free, That’s the real cost of the cheese pizza currency.