SF Blues
verse 1
San Fran, time to take a good hard look in the mirrorHere, lemme lend you a hand, I'll hold one upMaybe it'll help you see things a little bit clearer'cause maybe you don't know things are a little fucked up
No wonder the poor here can't get enough to eatYa get honked at giving a buck to a man on the streetBut take millions of jobs and you're part of the social eliteYa know, even Jesus sometimes washed other men's feet
Agentic tools for prediction market apps in the cloudMoney grabs so transparent I can't believe you say em out loudWas this what you wanted, is your momma proud?For all your talk of disruption, you don't stand out much from the crowd
chorus
Hey, San FranciscoI'm about ready to giveHey, you're a fine place to workbut lordy, you're no place to live.
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verse 2
You'll do anything technically within the rulesOur kids are our gems, why'd you have to go sellin em Juuls?Of course we all noticed; did you think we were fools?Can't you dream up something better to do with your tools?
Fentanyl zombies outside the AI HQsand they're wringing their hands and telling us they don't know what to doIf someone's in front of the money, better hope it's not youBetter watch what you do or else you'll be a zombie too
chorus
Hey, San FranciscoI'm about ready to giveHey, you're a fine place to workbut lordy, you're no place to live.