[Intro] You said it like a weather report [Verse] April twenty-four, “up to forty” Numbers so big they stop being money Google adds more weight to Anthropic And the room acts calm about it Like it’s normal for one deal To redraw a whole year My feed turns into valuation math My stomach turns into lunch I can’t finish [Chorus] Big checks, soft hands Who do they hold when things go wrong Big checks, soft hands I don’t want the hug, I want the plan [Verse] They talk about chips and clouds Like oceans you can rent by the hour A model name floats past—Mythos— And I think of bedtime stories Where the monster is polite Right up until it isn’t I text my coworker: “Are we safe or just funded?” [Bridge] I like the hope I hate the hush that comes with it [Outro] Forty billion on a headline I wash the dishes slower
