Lyrical Breakdown of the ends - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "the ends" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Travis Scott weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "the ends" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
  • Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Travis Scott employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
  • Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Travis Scott's narrative.

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2AM howlin' outside

Lookin' but I cannot find

Don't you fall asleep this time

I been on a long way drive

Only you can stand my mind

Only you can fix inside

So if I make it out tonight

Let's make it a badass time

Okay, I got it, copy

20/20, but I can't see nobody

One eye open, Illuminati

This might be the verse that make 'em drop me

Ain't makin' friends, we just makin' hobbies

No that wasn't my girl, that was just a hobby

Call up 50, tell 'em load up the lobby

Elevator up, no need to find me

Yeah, yeah

X-ray vision, see through you niggas

Newspaper stand, we press the issue

We ain't sendin' shots, we launchin' missiles

Right up at your hood and load

Checkin' Third Ward, I'm goin' mental

Fuckin' up my room, I've been rackin' up incidentals

Cookin' on a tune, I been cheffin' up instrumentals

Nothin' else to do when you're ridin' in the

When you ridin' in the, in the back of the back seat

Driver run the miles up like I'm runnin' a track meet

Gotta watch my back now, cause these niggas at me

All black in a Benz when I pull up on you

They don't want to see me in the ends, in the ends

Let me catch you creeping here past 10, in the ends

From the tribe called check-a-hoe like Indian

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Today I'mma take a cheque and cancel left

I guess it's all survival but please be careful

I gave up on the Bible long time ago

I hope it ain't give up on me, I don't know

I came up in the town, they were murderin' kids

And dumped them in the creek up from where I live

Bodies, bodies, bodies sprinkled around

We runnin' through the sprinkler lookin' around

Killer would show up with boxes of pizza

And said he had a label recruitin' people

Put that on my grandma and everythin'

My homie said he told 'em his name was Wayne

It could've been me or could've been you too

What a memory in me, needing to lose

What's gon' patch up my intertube

So I could pop a wheelie and walk it too

Oh yeah, La Flame with the nappy fro now

In the ends, I'mma kick your door down

Oh yeah, we keep wildin' out the Mo' now

Oh yeah, keep that 300 zero when I pull up on ya