Scrolling - Dave B.

Woke up underwater don’t know how I’m gonna

But I gotta do better, today

Someone called me awkward, tried to get the follow

Train of thought has got so crazy, these days

Picking seashells, before I derail

Wiping all the nudes, freed up the email

Avoiding all my dues, we just drinking shit

Smoking, thinking shit, 'till my muse hit me, ride me like «swell»

'Till then I’m scrollin', scrollin', scrollin', scrollin', scrollin'

Trapped behind the glass

Scrollin', scrollin', scrollin', scrollin', scrollin'

Go get you some air

Scrollin', scrollin', scrollin', scrollin', scrollin'

Trapped behind the glass

Soul is broken, scrollin', scrollin', scrollin'

Go get you some air

Summer blues winter tan, boy I fall quick

When I text you, you ignore me, that’s when I call quits

People suck, friends are the worst

How you sharing something I was showing you first?

David in the future and he put it on shirts

Funky like the downbeat, wicked like a tall tee

Quickie then I’m backs off, sleepy like the Mac’s off

Was in the room but wasn’t really fucking with it

Chuckling about nothing

Bitch I love being fake, I like being rude

Cold nigga that’s a hot take, spiced up the mood

Rest in peace your problem, not an issue for me

Let it be the reason we won’t kick it ever

Shorties ain’t the only ones that’s hitting on me

Might be riding dolo, keep it hella cloudy

And I’m still scrollin', scrollin', scrollin', scrollin'

Trapped behind the glass

Scrollin', scrollin', scrollin', scrollin', scrollin'

Go get you some air

Scrollin', scrollin', scrollin', scrollin', scrollin'

Trapped behind the glass

Soul is broken, scrollin', scrollin', scrollin'

Go get you some air

Although I don’t want to I still do

Got to free up space but that’s old news, news

And it’s me, comma, you, comma

These walls 'till it’s pitch black

Me, comma, you, comma

Hours we will never get back

Say me, comma, you, comma

These walls 'till it’s pitch black

Me, comma, you, comma

Hours we will never get back

Remember when I found out everything wasn’t feasible

At that moment I knew that depression wasn’t just seasonal

Everything is everything but all that shit ain’t reasonable

Had to sing my blues out, figaro figaro

Nigga thought he was cool, but you really still nigaro

And know that I had found me way before I had needed you

Sippin' on that serum, binging the Black Mirror

Fixed with the info, what is we here for?

If we ain’t making nothin', we probably on bullshit

And it ain’t just the locals on some «wanna be cool» shit

So I, hit corner, smokin' them sticks 'till I

Free up the mental, that’s not what she into

And although I don’t want to I still do

Got to free up space, but that’s old news, news

So I’m scrollin', scrollin', scrollin', scrollin', scrollin'

Trapped behind the glass

Soul is broken, scrollin', scrollin', scrollin'

Scrollin', scrollin', scrollin', scrollin', scrollin'

Trapped behind the glass

Soul is broken, scrollin', scrollin', scrollin'