Songtexte Missing Ends! - Lecs

I said I prolly tried a thousand moves up in my head
All so I could come correct
But what's correct when any move you make could cost a arm and leg?
In retrospect, I might be better off to walk it on a limp
All these visions in my head, they prolly should be paying rent
Can't stay content, until I get them out the box that they up in
Then wrap it up and ship it right to you just for your listening

Take missing ends, from my thoughts and tie them up just like some knots
On 808s that fucking knock, make speakers pop
Learned from my pops, raised by my moms
But every time I make a track it feel like it's a ticking bomb, Kaboom

But every track I drop recorded in my room
Get off the mic, hop in my sheets just like a damn cocoon
'Cause I'm just working, being patient, chilling in my tomb
But anyone that's in the way they 'bout to see some doom
That's inspiration mixed with greatness, decent combination
Scratching the surface of this game you see my damn abrasions
Don't get shit mistaken, still got plans for some world domination
But until then I'll keep on cooking shit just from my basement
Yeah