Almost Taking Off
[Verse 1] Thirty years old, IT support, answering calls all day Cursing out the ticket queue, complaining all the way "These users are so stupid" — bro, you say it every night While tucked up with your blanket that you're hiding from our sight Yeah don't act like we don't know, that thing's been there since '98 Soft as your excuses when your business had to wait Three startups, three crashes, every single one "so close" Almost taking off like every delivery order you toast [Chorus] Marcus, Marcus, king of the almost Gaming on the couch talking 'bout you're just warming up the most Ramen on the stove, calling yourself a chef for real Brother, you're a legend and you know how good that feels [Verse 2] Controller in your hand, L after L, you just grin "I'm warming up" — bro you been warming up since origin Order number four tonight, pineapple on the side Gordon Ramsay called — he said his feelings aren't that fried But real talk, Marcus, through every fumble, every fall Every dumb idea pitched in some rented conference hall You kept swinging, kept dreaming, wouldn't let the vision drop That blanket's got your back — and honestly? So do I, don't stop [Chorus] Marcus, Marcus, king of the almost Gaming on the couch talking 'bout you're just warming up the most Ramen on the stove, calling yourself a chef for real Brother, you're a legend and you know how good that feels