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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'