SCRATCHING & CLAWING [INTRO] I’m not lucky. I’m persistent. There’s a difference. [BEAT DROPS] [HOOK] I’ll keep scratching, I’ll keep clawing Drag myself up every fucking morning Blood on the dirt, still moving forward I don’t need pretty, I need one more corner Kick me down, I learn the floor Lock the door, I find another door Life keeps asking what I’m fighting for Bitch— because I’m still fucking here. --- [VERSE 1] I don’t wake up fearless I wake up and choose violence against quitting Big difference. Some days I’m sunshine Some days I’m teeth Some days the only thing holding me together is pure fucking disbelief Like— Really? Again? Okay. I’ve crawled through shit I wouldn’t wish on somebody I hate Still came out making jokes like I had somewhere to be at eight I don’t float above it I drag myself through Nails in the dirt saying, “Not today, bitch. Move.” --- [PRE-CHORUS] I’m not made of steel Steel bends. I’m something uglier than that. Something that gets buried and starts digging back. --- [CHORUS] I’ll keep scratching, I’ll keep clawing Drag myself up every fucking morning If the whole damn ceiling starts falling Fine. I’ve lived under worse. I’ll keep swinging, I’ll keep moving Lose my footing, keep fucking proving You can break the plan you can wreck the room But you cannot make me stay down with you. --- [VERSE 2] I got dirt underneath every metaphor Every comeback got fingerprints on it Every joke got a little scar tissue holding the punchline together People see me laughing think the road must’ve been easy No. I just refuse to let misery be the funniest bitch in the room. I’ve been scared. I’ve been exhausted. I’ve been halfway convinced I had nothing left. Then somehow found another inch. And another. And another. That’s the part nobody sees. Not the comeback. The crawl. --- [BEAT CUT] I am very fucking familiar with the crawl. --- [VERSE 3] So don’t call me unbothered I’m bothered as hell. I just got extremely good at carrying myself through it. There are days my head is a trench and I’m both armies. Days I’m digging myself out with whatever hand still works. But I dig. That’s the whole fucking point. I dig. I claw. I swear. I laugh. I get up. Not gracefully. Not inspirationally. Sometimes extremely fucking incorrectly. But upright is upright. --- [BRIDGE] You can take the map. I’ll make another road. You can burn the bridge. I know how to swim. You can bury me. That’s adorable. I’ve been underground before. --- [FINAL CHORUS] I’ll keep scratching, I’ll keep clawing Drag myself up every fucking morning Life keeps swinging I keep absorbing Then swinging back harder like I fucking owe it something I don’t need saving I need room I don’t need pity I need something to move I’ve lost pieces I’ve lost sleep I’ve lost whole versions of me And somehow— some fucking how— there is always another version underneath. --- [FINAL VERSE] So if you see me smiling Don’t confuse that with ease. That smile got dragged through gravel before it ever got to me. I earned every laugh. I earned every inch. I earned the right to be a loud resilient bitch. And if tomorrow puts me flat on my back? Cool. I know the route from there. I’ve taken it before. --- [OUTRO] Scratch. Claw. Breathe. Get up. Repeat. That’s not a breakdown. That’s the fucking system.
