Song Meaning

The lyrics paint a picture of someone feeling overwhelmed and disconnected, using the act of "scrolling" as a primary coping mechanism. The opening lines, "Woke up underwater don't know how I'm gonna," immediately establish a sense of drowning in a situation without a clear escape. This feeling is compounded by external judgments ("Someone called me awkward") and internal chaos ("Train of thought has got so crazy"), leading to a cycle of distraction and avoidance. The narrator attempts small, almost ritualistic actions like "Picking seashells" and "Wiping all the nudes" to regain control, but ultimately succumbs to passive consumption, "drinking shit / Smoking, thinking shit." This sets the stage for the pervasive theme of endless scrolling as a way to numb the present. The central tension lies in the narrator's awareness of their own inaction versus their inability to break free from it. The repeated refrain, "Scrollin', scrollin', scrollin', scrollin', scrollin' / Trapped behind the glass," highlights this paradox. They acknowledge the need to "Go get you some air," recognizing the unhealthy nature of their digital immersion, yet they remain "trapped." This internal conflict is further emphasized by the contrast between the desire for genuine connection ("When I text you, you ignore me, that's when I call quits") and the embrace of superficiality or isolation ("People suck, friends are the worst," "Bitch I love being fake, I like being rude"). The lyrics suggest a deep-seated disillusionment that fuels this cycle of avoidance. The most striking craft element is the persistent imagery of being "trapped behind the glass." This metaphor powerfully captures the dual nature of digital screens: they offer a window to the world but also act as a barrier, isolating the user. The repetition of "Scrollin', scrollin', scrollin'" mimics the hypnotic, almost involuntary nature of the act itself, making the listener feel the endlessness. The bridge, with its stark "Me, comma, you, comma / Hours we will never get back," underscores the profound sense of lost time and fractured connection, framing the scrolling not just as a habit but as a thief of meaningful experience. Ultimately, these lyrics resonate because they articulate a common modern malaise: the feeling of being simultaneously hyper-connected and profoundly alone, lost in a digital haze. The raw, almost confessional tone, coupled with the vivid, if bleak, imagery of being "underwater" and "trapped behind the glass," makes the narrator's struggle palpable. The writing doesn't offer easy answers but instead captures the disorienting, self-destructive loop of seeking solace in distraction when faced with real-world pain and social anxieties, making the act of scrolling feel like a desperate, albeit futile, attempt to navigate a broken internal landscape.

Dave B - Rap

Scrolling

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[Verse 1] 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" [Chorus] '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 [ay] [Verse 2] 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 [ay] [Chorus] 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 [ay] [Bridge] 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 [Verse 3] 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 [say] Got to free up space, but that's old news, news [Chorus] So I'm scrollin', scrollin', scrollin', scrollin', scrollin' Trapped behind the glass Soul is broken, scrollin', scrollin', scrollin' [yeah] Scrollin', scrollin', scrollin', scrollin', scrollin' Trapped behind the glass Soul is broken, scrollin', scrollin', scrollin'

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