Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Scrolling , by - Dave B.. Song from the album Pearl, in the genre СоулRelease date: 16.11.2017
Record label: Dave B, PCA
Song language: English
Scrolling |
| 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' |