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