[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 more?

[Verse 2]

Flawed with this purse

Acting like I've 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 shit myself over again

It's never the same