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• Artiste: Conner Youngblood
• Titre: Scramble
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The highway screams out to the crowd, Don't go, don't go, don't go There's something in the air no doubt Don't go, don't go, don't go Don't go I swear I'll try this time, I've fallen from my grace Should I keep moving, or just stand here in place If I gave my honest answer, what difference would it make I'm not sure for sure, but it's a chance I'll have to take You follow that sound You bridge, you break, and burn, you fall You twist, and tweak, and turn, and stall Scramble If bats are birds from hell, pastiche with plastic fangs Rising from their hole, a cave inside a cave They might be used to the heat, but not the light of day Should they call hell their home, or maybe flyaway You follow that sound You bridge, you break, and burn, you fall You twist, and tweak, and turn, and stall Scramble And honestly, I barely feel a change The clouds have gone from black, to a shade of blackish grey Well, Yeezy's right this time, its time to runaway I know I said don't go, but you probably shouldn't stay