Morning Wakeup Countdown

Nine-thirty. Lights

up. Coffee's already cold.

Half nine callin', standup's first up Say what shipped and say what's

stuck Then it's the new face,

two o'clock, door swings wide Meet the new hire,

step on inside

Calendar stacked, back to back to back One-on-one right after,

straight off the track Clock's counting down,

I'm feelin' the pull Half past nine and my cup's still full

Stand up, speak up,

tell 'em what you built No time to hide,

no room for guilt Rolling like the bassline,

steady on the beat Nine-thirty calling,

get up on your feet Stand up,

speak up, carry it through Four meetings deep and I'm still pushing

through

Quarter past two, the one-on-one's in the room

Straight from the standup,

no time to fume

Then it's the client sync at five,

other side of the map Sync call runnin' while the sun sets

on the app

Calendar stacked, back to back to back One-on-one right after,

straight off the track Clock's counting down,

I'm feelin' the pull Half past nine and my cup's still full

Stand up, speak up,

tell 'em what you built No time to hide,

no room for guilt Rolling like the bassline,

steady on the beat Nine-thirty calling,

get up on your feet Stand up,

speak up, carry it through Four meetings deep and I'm still pushing

through

Standup,

new hire, one-on-one, sync

—

Three... two... one...

Mic's on, screen's shared,

here we go

Stand up.

Speak up.

Let's go.