⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠟⠋⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙⠻⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⡿⠋⠀⣠⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣦⣄⠀⠙⢿⣿⣿
⣿⠟⠀⢠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⠀⠹⣿
⡟⠀⢰⣿⣿⠋⠀⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀⢹
⠁⠀⣿⣿⣿⡀⠀⢀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀
⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣷⡀⠈⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠂⠀
⡀⠀⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣄⠀⠉⠻⠟⠁⠉⠛⣿⣿⡿⠀⢀
⣧⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣦⣄⡀⠀⢀⣠⣿⣿⠃⠀⣼
⣿⠁⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠁⠀⣴⣿
⡟⠀⠘⠛⠉⠉⠙⠻⠿⠿⠿⠿⠟⠛⠁⠀⣠⣾⣿⣿
⠁⣀⣠⣤⣴⣦⣤⣀⣀⠀⠀⣀⣀⣠⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿

We end our day up on the roof
I say I'll jump, I never do
But when I'm drunk I act a fool
Talking 'bout, do they sew wings on tailored suits
I'm on that ledge, she grabs my arm
She slaps my hand
It's good times, yeah
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's down like 60 stories
And some don't end the way they should
My silver spoon has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash

⠀ ⢰⡿⠋⠁⠀⠀⠈⠉⠙⠻⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⠇⠀⢀⣴⣶⡾⠿⠿⠿⢿⣿⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⣀⣀⣸⡿⠀⠀⢸⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⣾⡟⠛⣿⡇⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣷⣤⣤⣤⣤⣶⣶⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⠀⠀
⢀⣿⠀⢀⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠻⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⢴⣶⣶⣿⣿⣿⣆
⢸⣿⠀⢸⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⣿⡇⣀⣠⣴⣾⣮⣝⠿⠿⠿⣻⡟
⢸⣿⠀⠘⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠁⠉⠀
⠸⣿⠀⠀⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠟⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠻⣷⣶⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⢠⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣛⣛⣻⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣀⣀⣀⣼⡿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⡿

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