Domain: 1oakind.com
Title: The Eleven-Dollar Song
Style: future progressive heist style, female vocal moving from nimble rhythmic verses to a dolce melodic chorus, crisp driving tempo, crisp snare transients with tight gated room and polished low end, featured double bass plucked and bowed as a stalking lead, spoken female outro over a stripped bass pulse
Catalog ID: 30c9d0fe-4c2b-4dc1-b2f2-07c1e73bf477
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The Eleven-Dollar Song
(DiemPass anthem #3 — the pricing song)

Verse 1
They came with numbers, big and loud
Twenty-five million for a cloud
Four-six-hundred for a stop
Four-seven-nine-five for a prop

Ten thousand for a VIP
Six grand just to pass through free
They said "that's what the market pays"
I said "cool, I'll find my way"

Pre-Chorus
I don't need the fancy name
I don't play the aftermarket game
I got taste, I got a mind
But my wallet's one of a kind

Chorus
Eleven dollars, eighty-eight
That's the price I paid to make it great
Eleven dollars, eighty-eight
DiemPass born, and it feels first-rate
They want millions, I want miles
I want showers, gyms, and smiles
Eleven dollars, eighty-eight
The best deal in the whole damn state

Verse 2
Onmyway said twenty-five
I said "bro, I'll survive"
Daystop asked for forty-six
I said "nah, I'll get my fix"

Herepass wanted four-seven-nine
Passingthrough said "five-nine's fine"
Vipdaypass said ten-K flat
I said "cool, I'll pass on that"

Pre-Chorus
They believe someone will pay
Maybe true, but not today
I got taste, I got a plan
And eleven bucks in my hand

Chorus
Eleven dollars, eighty-eight
That's the price I paid to make it great
Eleven dollars, eighty-eight
DiemPass born, and it feels first-rate
They want millions, I want miles
I want showers, gyms, and smiles
Eleven dollars, eighty-eight
The best deal in the whole damn state

Bridge
Expensive taste, elephant mind
Kind to my wallet, one of a kind
I don't chase the shiny thing
I chase the gym, the shower, the wing

Day. Pass. Diem. Done.
Latin root and a race well-run
They sold names, I bought a start
Eleven bucks and a traveler's heart

Final Chorus (hands up, stomp)
Eleven dollars, eighty-eight
That's the price I paid to make it great
Eleven dollars, eighty-eight
DiemPass born, and it feels first-rate
They want millions, I want miles
I want showers, gyms, and smiles
Eleven dollars, eighty-eight
The best deal — don't make me wait

Outro (spoken, walking away)
Twenty-five million.
Four thousand six hundred.
Four seven nine five.
Five nine nine nine.
Ten thousand.
Pfft.

Eleven.
Eighty-eight.
DiemPass.
Go.