Ivan in the lobby, headset on tight,
Call of Duty, but he ain’t reviving tonight.
You’re bleeding on the floor, he just runs on by,
“Sorry bro, I’m getting kills,” while you slowly die.
He plays alright, got decent aim,
But if you need a pickup, man, forget his name.
Survived the nightmare, IKEA hell,
Built through the madness, came out doing well.
(Pre-Chorus)
Forklift certified, moving stacks with pride,
Torta pounder at lunch, got the crew outside.
Promoted to maintenance, hands ain’t soft no more,
Big checks coming in, knocking down the door.
(Chorus)
Ivan always on the clock, clock, clock,
Rushing home to make the lobby rock, rock, rock.
Hella money in his pocket, never gonna stop, stop, stop,
But if you go down in zombies, he won’t hit revive — nope!
Ivan always on the clock, clock, clock,
Maintenance man, now he’s on top, top, top.
Forklift license and he making that guap, guap, guap,
Then he jumps online and says, “Who tryna drop?”
(Verse 2)
No more soft hands, grease on his shirt,
Fixing up machines while he’s putting in work.
Checking his phone like, “When y’all getting on?”
Counting down the hours till the shift is gone.
Torta in one hand, wrench in the other,
Grinding every day like no other brother.
Clock out fast, straight to the chair,
Load up Warzone — Ivan’s already there.
(Chorus)
Ivan always on the clock, clock, clock,
Rushing home to make the lobby rock, rock, rock.
Hella money in his pocket, never gonna stop, stop, stop,
But if you go down in zombies, he won’t hit revive — nope!
(Outro)
From IKEA hell to maintenance king,
Forklift certified, hear the cash register ring.
He works all day, but there’s one thing he’ll say:
“Invite me to the game, I’m hopping on today!”
