Testo Scrolling - Dave B.
Testo della canzone Scrolling (Dave B.), tratta dall'album Pearl
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'
Credits
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Darius Ezekial Rios
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