Trading Tales

[Verse]
Flipping greenbacks, fingers smell like ink stacks,
Charts swing wild, feel the heart attack bounce back.
Candlesticks dance, money in a trance,
Risk it for the biscuit, now the dollars advance.

[Chorus]
Trader, chasing dreams, numbers on the screen.
Paper flows, the highs, the lows, the in-between.
Trader, the grind, the hustle, the schemes,
Stacking up the wins, living life extreme.

[Verse 2]
Broker screaming, ticker tape streaming,
Portfolio bulging, wallet daydreaming.
Buy low, sell high, strategy’s the mantra,
Dodging red zones like I’m running from a phantom.

[Bridge]
Profit margin razor-thin, I’m walking on the wire,
Every tick a matchstick, markets catching fire.
Bulls charge the floor, bears claw the ceiling,
In this game of risk, adrenaline is healing.

[Chorus]
Trader, chasing dreams, numbers on the screen.
Paper flows, the highs, the lows, the in-between.
Trader, the grind, the hustle, the schemes,
Stacking up the wins, living life extreme.