Spose, Shane Reis - Work In Progress lyrics

I'm a work in progress
I might just work forever
I know the sun is shining
Behind this cloudy weather
And I, I'm not perfect
But I'm, I'm getting better
I'm a work in progress
I might just work forever i don't know

I can't help but feel like I'm destined to
Do this but I'm in my way
I'm working it, working it, working it
Working it every day
I chiseled the sculpture, I take
A look at it, that ain't how I planned it
I might need to switch my perspective and
View from a whole 'nother vantage
Cause some of the things you could
Say about me would be true
And be disparaging
I hope I don't leave none of those trait's to


My daughters when I die in their inheritance
I'm a bright spark in a
Dark room, I'll persevere
That's how I'm built
I won't wait, I will work till I'm great
I made more mistakes than
My grammy made quilts
I am part one, wait for part two
Got my leg in the door
In '04 from my dreaming
Was screaming "somebody record me"
I promise I will be dope when I'm forty
Now I got my whole body in the room, bitch
Sorry I called you a bitch
I get excited, I'm talking my shit
I feel like Kanye but white and not rich
I am a desk full of stuff, stacked
Agressive, a muskrat
I will stretch, I will touch, tap
I'm a sketch, I'm a rough draft
But I'm wide awake
And I'm tossing and turning
And I can't sleep at times
Got my family on my mind
And I'm gon' work until they never
Have to work no more

I don't know what to think
They put out a tape every month
Maybe it's them, or maybe it's me
Or maybe I don't write enough
But when you only write what you feel
Sometimes it kinda gets tough
Cause the world is moving so fast
And I'm not feeling so young
I was just a kid, say 17, and
I entered in a new world, never had a plan
Face bare, so was the planner
Saw my old man pimp himself out
The truck for not enough bucks
He said, "Son, it's gonna be tough
At least I gave you a
Work ethic and some manners"
Maybe got the manners from my mother
Now I gotta fill the cupboards when
You hammer for the supper
They told me we work in the cold
And the snow and the rain, welcome to Maine
Fresh out of grade twelve
Not getting paid well, walking on eggshells
Eight years later, couple tapes and a record
Between being on the road and being up at
The same time that I'm getting home
It feels like I work forever
Young, good, gotta do better
Two little dudes like a
Mirror made of pressure
I could never ever give the minimal of effort
I know she got me, rich, broke or whatever
I consider it never
I'd rather have less than a
Drip in the desert
Did not ever stitch in the dresser
Or listen to Ke$ha i work when I'm sick and
I'm hurt till I'm better
Cause money is money, you can't never make
Enough and can't pay attention to them
They saying nothing if they not down unless
Something big comes around
Then there's nothing up for discussion
That's everybody, me included
I'm turning up, like the heat's included
They're complaining about no savings to make
These payments but still I'm changing
I'm a work in progress
I might just work forever
I know the sun is shining
Behind this cloudy weather
And I, I'm not perfect
But I'm, I'm getting better
I'm a work in progress
I might just work forever i don't know

I can't help but feel like I'm destined to
Do this but I'm in my way
I'm working it, working it, working it
Working it every day
I chiseled the sculpture, I take
A look at it, that ain't how I planned it
I might need to switch my perspective and
View from a whole 'nother vantage