Frith Hilton - Tom lyrics

High-key kirk
Yeah!

Uh!
Back to the past time
How it feels I
Can't get it right
I 'on't know if I am dreaming
I got a beamer torch
But that's not what's missing
So I put my fucking mind on the pushing
Niggers trying to put me
On the fucking eleven
I clock out when it's time
That's seven
I’ll be in the place
I’ll be like
Tom! Tom!
It's what I'm fucking thinking about
My empty sores are no longer even sharp
Rack a cut
In a body of like who better?
Oh oh
I'm fucking trading out here
Tryna duck a girl disturb my life
On a fucking wire
But I'm not walking sober
Too much in my fucking cup
To give a fuck about:
What is love?
I like the vibе, but I like