Scramblin'

I'm scramblin'
Don't know a thing about handling
This feeling
It caught me my surprise

I was treading water
Washed up on West Southern
Now I'm kicking rocks in the gutter
Just waiting to die

But I'm scramblin'
Don't know a thing about managing
Don't tell me you're surprised
Got my sights set on endangering
What's left of my life

Not up to standard
Not up to snuff
Been scaling the walls just trying to measure up
Not up to caliber
Not up to code
Need a last chance, hail mary, ace-in-the-hole

But I'm scramblin'
Don't know a thing about handling
These dealings
They left me out to dry
I'm scramblin'
I don't know a thing
They beat me against a pole, shook me out, and hung me up to dry



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Writer(s): Elijah Batson
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