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• Artiste: Lacombe Youngins
• Titre: Scratchin My Desk
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Banging on my chest God swimming in that water Circling these sharks like I'm a shepherd Finna slaughter all these sheepalicious Expeditious bitches I'm their father Sipping on that liquor 'Til my ego feeling smaller and I hope to see the day That I could raise a lovely daughter On the real the boy been sober Tryna learn to earn a dollar Wanna make the family proud And show 'em all that I'm no toddler While I'm stalling in the stall I'm tryna change my name from Tyler on to Big things, big dreams Call me when the ship sinks and hit spring Tell you what I don't know, lip sync Tell you whеre I won't go, resting Tell you why I Latеly I been feeling a slave to my depression Been thinking 'bout my grandma My ex and my adolescence I'm trying not to admit That these things have been on my chest And instead of asking for help I been scratching up on my desk (fuck) Slimmy on a mission and it's possible Miss me with the drama The obstacles, I'm intolerable And all the baby mamas that single Take on the fatherhood And I'ma shake my head Like I'm looking right through binoculars And I'm just tired of staring at regret up in the mirror Buncha lost faces I ain't never seen it clearer Fuck, my heart racing like a Nascar steering Steering to wrong places make me shed a lil tear But tear drops don't stop I just wanna go home I just want to spread love finally be a good bro Finally be a good son I can be the hero I can be the newborn faith where there's zero Run it back to New Orleans but not a saint All the drugs from the border they all borderline fake Slimmy drowning in water they clear my plate Now I'm starvin' like Marvin listening to Marvin's Room Cautious I'm not okay feeling lost Slimmy fold his cards I can't beat this level boss Gettin' high like the stars I put it down' cause it's hot Touch the stove for too long I'm not God but I try but I'm never enough for why