To the Moon

They grin for the crowd Cartoon face, name wiped out Spaces full, they talk so slick One blue check and the room goes quick They know the angles, know the bait Know how to make a small lie great Promise the moon in a presale frame Then watch it vanish that same day Inside hands got a early seat Cheap little dream with a hidden fee Followers large, the pitch gets loud Fake brave talk in a borrowed crowd Every room got the same old script Same shiny bait, same poison tip They sell you hope with a masked-up grin Then cash out fast and they disappear thin Watch the rally start Watch the green-line spark One more push, one more lie Then they split and leave you dry Push the hype, pump it up Get the crew, to the moon Push the hype, pump it up Find out soon, you’re gonna lose Chart goes up like the perfect crime They line the exit at the perfect time Call it a wave, call it a run But they built that wave to drown someone They drop their bags on the late-night buys Let the fresh faces eat the lies New holders stare at a broken screen Wondering how a dream got mean Then the posts get scrubbed, the threads get killed Every clue gets buried, everything they built They fear their faces getting around So they hide online and play it down A new little avatar, new fake style New chain of bots with the same old guile And the ones who lost still chase the thrill Still jump at the next one, still can't sit still Watch the rally start Watch the green-line spark One more push, one more lie Then they split and leave you dry Push the hype, pump it up Get the crew, to the moon Push the hype, pump it up Find out soon, you’re gonna lose Same hands, new skin Same trick, new grin They burn one room, then circle back Leave the door cracked, then slam the trap You can hear it when they rush, when they talk too bold When the story's too clean and the promises sold They don't build, they bait They don't win, they wait Till the bag gets sold and then it’s too late One more launch, one more thread One more crowd with a dream in red One more influencer selling the room One more spotlight, one more doom They love that rush, they love that They love how greed builds your hate And the worst part ain't the cartoon crooks It's how the same hurt people keep getting shook Same hook, same pitch, same fake-out glow Same "this one's different" and the answer is no Still they click, still they buy, still they chase green lights Still they miss how the trap got dressed up right So keep your guard when the room gets loud When a cartoon face starts working the crowd 'Cause once they dump and the line falls flat They'll be gone by dawn with the next new cap Push the hype, pump it up Get the crew, to the moon Push the hype, pump it up Find out soon, you’re gonna lose Push the hype To the moon Pump it up And they’re gone