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Prompt: TITLE: IM GONNA SHORT THIS CHART STYLE: Male, 1990s R&B slow jam, gospel soul, sensual late-night heartbreak, over-the-top emotional trading drama, deep romantic tension, ridiculous confidence, sweaty silk-shirt energy, comedic crypto perps lyrics, already-down chart getting shorted harder, no artist names, not financial advice. ART NOTE: A fake 90s CD cover: a dramatic trader in a silk robe leaning over a collapsing candlestick chart like it broke his heart. [Spoken Intro] Baby... you already fell so far. Everybody said I was too late. But I looked at you lying there... and I said, you still got room. [Verse 1] You used to stand up tall, now you’re leaning on the floor, red candles on your body and I’m asking you for more. They said “let it bounce,” but I saw it in your eyes, you weren’t done confessing, you were still telling lies. Your support got weak, your buyers disappeared, that little fake recovery was exactly what I feared. Now you’re down bad, baby, but I’m not satisfied, I’m opening another while you tremble on the slide. [Pre-Chorus] I know you’re already broken, I know you’re already scarred, but the way you failed that retest got me pressing short so hard. [Chorus] I’M GONNA SHORT THIS CHART, even lower than before. I’M GONNA SHORT THIS CHART, till you’re crawling on the floor. You can beg me for a bounce, you can act like you got heart, but you’re already down, baby, and I’m gonna short this chart. [Verse 2] You tried to dress up pretty with a candle turning green, but I saw the fear behind it, saw the weakness underneath. Your neckline started slipping, your volume wouldn’t lie, so I moved in real slowly while the bulls kissed you goodbye. Don’t call me cruel, baby, you invited me tonight, with that shaky little pump and that failure to ignite. You fell through every promise, every level, every line, now I’m whispering “go lower” while the profit turns divine. [Bridge] Somebody said bottom. I said not yet. Somebody said reversal. I said don’t bet. Somebody prayed for rescue. I said too far. Baby, I’m not leaving— I’m still shorting this chart. [Final Chorus] I’M GONNA SHORT THIS CHART, while you’re begging for the light. I’M GONNA SHORT THIS CHART, AAHH AHHH AHHH AHHH WOO IMGONNASHORTITSHORTITSHORT IT ON GODDDDD AH

Created: 2026-05-20T20:23:42.694Z