Feet First Finance v2 [AI Music]

[Verse 1]
Whiteboard dreams, now they’re all packed away,
PhD in my hand but no steady pay.
Coffee’s cold in my old corporate mug,
Contracts thin, need a financial hug.

[Pre-Chorus]
Scroll through jobs, but they don't stick,
Wife’s online, her hustle's slick.
Paying rent with pics, oh, ain’t life grand?
While I’m here, drafting plans for no man.

[Verse 2]
Resumes out, they fly like forgotten texts,
Expertise, no one checks, what’s next?
Spare room, spare time, too much in my mind,
Feet pics pay the bills, and I’m just behind.

[Pre-Chorus]
She's the breadwinner with a digital tan,
I'm the scholar, the ghost, the invisible man.
Ego bruised, feeling used, got to laugh it off,
Reality bites, but her market’s soft.

[Bridge]
Is it strange that I’m not in her frame?
Pixel cash, while I stash my pride and name.
She winks at a screen, and the dollars rain,
I sketch blueprints that no one claims.

[Outro]
Maybe I’m the lost one, the cost one,
Dreams on frost one, in the crossfire
Of a new age stage, where clicks are the wage,
And I’m just a page, in her winning montage.