Circles (Remastered)

Late-night screens glow, the market’s alive, $NICK in the shadows, making moves to survive. He’s the algorithm’s muse, the chaos he bends, Turning data to diamonds, no need to pretend. Fishing for signals, high stakes in his veins, Poker face steady, no tells in his game. He’s not chasing the crowd; they’re chasing his vibe, Effortless swagger, the one they describe. He’s got that crypto flow, the rhythm of wealth, Charts on his mind, but never his health. Calculated chaos, the world’s just a bet, You’ll never forget the moves that he’s set. Nick’s ahead of the curve, can’t pin him down, The king of the screen, the talk of the town. No rules to break when you make your own, In a world of sheep, he’s the wolf on the throne. Espresso in hand, but his eyes see the game, Luxury cars, but he’s never the same. He doesn’t need trends; he creates the wave, While others are lost, he knows how to behave. Conspiracy theories like threads he unties, Not for the answers, but to sharpen his mind. He’s the question, the truth, and the untamed vibe, $NICK is the system you’ll never define. He’s got that midnight glow, the world in his hands, Plays with the chaos, ignores their demands. Effortless arrogance, the air that he breathes, Ahead of his time while the rest just believe. Nick’s ahead of the curve, can’t pin him down, The king of the screen, the talk of the town. No rules to break when you make your own, In a world of sheep, he’s the wolf on the throne. He’s not your hero, not here to inspire, But his moves light a spark like a digital fire. From crypto to art, the trends bend to him, The future’s his playground, the system’s his whim. So here’s to the vibe that you’ll never decode, To the master of chaos, the path that he’s shown. $NICK doesn’t try, yet the game’s in his hands, The one they remember when the world makes demands.