Pixel UnionNever Enough

[Verse 1] Woke up this morning, and the phone was buzzing, A quiet little song for my digital dozen... cousins. Yeah, an intern and some code we wrote on a whim, A barnacle we fastened to the whale's big fin. He said, "Build us a template, a skin for the machine," So we built them five façades, a digital pristine... dream. Just a week of late nights, fueled on coffee and on doubt, Then we flipped the switch to "live"... and let the ghosts all out. [Chorus] And the money just arrives now, a river made of code, From a digital gold mine on a forgotten road. I'm making profits in my pajamas, a king without a throne, Yeah, the money just arrives now, while I'm sitting here... alone. [Verse 2] No meetings and no handshakes, no frantic conference calls, Just a sales notification bouncing off my bedroom walls. Tesla uses our theme now, the Lakers and the rest, A little piece of software that is passing every test. It replicates a million times, a fractal made of gold, A single story that gets automatically retold. This is the cheat code, the life hack, the passive-income hum, For every bit of work I did, a thousandfold will come. [Chorus] And the money just arrives now, a river made of code, From a digital gold mine on a forgotten road. I'm making profits in my pajamas, a king without a throne, Yeah, the money just arrives now, while I'm sitting here... alone. [Bridge] This isn't work. This is magic. I built a ghost that pays my rent. A beautiful, benevolent ghost... ...Is this what it feels like? ...To have enough? [Outro] ...Profits in my pajamas... ...A river made of code...