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letra de dump - frith hilton

[intro]
fresh boy chilling

[verse 1]
in the shadow of my fame
i see it all
i see what is wrong
i see the box with my head all gone wrong
i don’t wanna say overt out i’m thought to shun
picking myself is not a game no more
begging the feed, it seed, i feel on
me and my time, we’re all about the zealots
hey, you in here, in here, here
hid it on myself
visits to myself is never seen out here to ameliorate
i’m quietly losing myself i think
feeling that all these feeling don’t got me thinking no more
but i’m not bought
came in with a bunch
come around, are you with this dump?
who taught you morе?

[verse 2]
flawed with this purse
acting like i’vе got no reason to pray to god
even if it’s on the cross, i’ll let it pour
my blood
for you, why you gotta act so cross
all these show business is just for applause
it’s cutting into me
cos i’ll come at the stream
nothing holds me back from washing it away
it’s no stream, it’s just a peon higher than i’ll ever see
my favourite cardigan
oh oh oh oh oh oh
i sh-t myself over again
it’s never the same

- frith hilton

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