[Verse 1] Got my sleeves rolled, ship log open Tiny green bars, same slow motion Ping on the comms, same old slogan “+15 fame” like a coupon token Coffee gone cold in the cockpit holder Eyes on the HUD, getting older, bolder Check the cargo, run it in order Stacking small waves, never see the border Star map shining like a stained glass ceiling Tiny little dots for these big ship feelings Name on the board in the bottom right corner Climbing like a rumor in a dive-bar morning [Chorus] Reputation drift, little bit, little bit (yeah) Grind all night just to make my name stick Same old run, but the sky still flips Every jump cut sharp like a new eclipse Reputation drift, let it hit, let it hit One more job, let the numbers all tick If it all feels small, still I never quite quit ‘Cause the quiet little wins got a shine to ’em (shine to ’em) [Verse 2] Vendor on the deck know my face by now Nod, stamp, transfer, handoff, out Scanner on my hip like a side-town badge But I’m just tryna pay for a bigger damn hatch Crew in the chat keep spamming “one more” Weighing my time like a rusted old door Open, close, do I dock, do I roam? Home is just a word on a dusty comm tone Drift through debris where the black feels crowded Past wrecks with the serial numbers shouted Plot another course, set the throttle then ease All this slow, small work still a kind of release [Chorus] Reputation drift, little bit, little bit (hey) Grind all night just to make my name stick Same old run, but the sky still flips Every jump cut sharp like a new eclipse Reputation drift, let it hit, let it hit One more job, let the numbers all tick If it all feels small, still I never quite quit ‘Cause the quiet little wins got a shine to ’em (oh yeah) [Bridge] If the stars don’t clap when I clock this route If the board don’t shout when I max this out I still got a trail that the logs can’t fake Every tiny favor like a notch in the frame I make [Chorus] Reputation drift, little bit, little bit Grind all night just to make my name stick Same old run, but the sky still flips Every jump cut sharp like a new eclipse Reputation drift, let it hit, let it hit One more job, let the numbers all tick If it all feels small, still I never quite quit Let the loop come back, I’m aligned to it
