Foss Hill - Sophie Hunter: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Foss Hill

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Foss Hill was released on July 17, 2026 by Sophie Hunter as a part of the album Stereoscope

Song Details

AlbumStereoscope

Release DateJuly 17, 2026

LabelSophie Hunter

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM80

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Sophie Hunter

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Sophie Hunter

Lyrics, Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Chris Gaskell

Executive Producer

Lyrics

Hey, dickhole

Um, I was wondering where you guys went

I'm out front. like in the space between the two buildings

Like the dining hall

Uh, we should like meet up

Sharpening my teeth, yeah, it gets to a point

All the boys on Foss Hill 'bout to roll up a joint

I get sneaky lit, I'm over-employed

Fifteen, I'm a freak and shit, I'm filling the void

Fifteen, I'm a freak and shit, I'm filling my cup

I'm a Frankenstein of where they gave up

Where I gave in

Sutures on my mouth, will he notice if I kiss him?

Future's on his couch, man, I wonder if I fit in

Wonder if he fit in

He was selling loosies from his grandma's kitchen

He was getting fried like breaded chicken

I was back there with him

I was with my brothers in the tunnels tryna see the vision

I was on the benches acting fast like it was intermittent

Fucked up and so maybe it was fucked up

Get stuck wondering if it was good or bad luck

Real talk

If even some of it was just like one off

I don't think I'd be here but I guess then we could still talk

How you gonna mean everything and then leave?

What do you mean that's just life?

Why do I still feel everything like a fiend?

Why do I run through our fights?

And I got forties at my place, I dream of breaking bread

I want ordinary things at my own expense

I lost my chances, I ran out of time

I'm at the edge think I'm losing my mind

I'm the best bad kid. I'm skipping class to study

I need it all to be productive, need the liquor cutting

Through all of the sweetness

Throwing shooters in the neighbors bushes

I was moving through it like the movement was all I could do, it's

Sort of like a dance with no music

I didn't know what to wear to your funeral, I didn't choose well

Didn't sleep good, didn't feel right

Didn't play nice with others, still you called me up for game time

Still you called me up to hotbox at the cruising spot in East Rock

Little asshole with the Reeboks and a ring of key fobs

I was in the parking lots in nothing but my knee socks

Needed extra medicine, I took longer to detox

I took longer to let it out, I let 'em in like street shops

Make 'em wait, three dots, I let a bygone be gone

I wanna live like you, you loved everything in neon

Now I am nocturnal, you're a light I always keep on

How you gonna mean everything and then leave?

What do you mean that's just life?

Why do I still feel everything like a fiend?

Why do I run through our fights?

And I got forties at my place, I dream of breaking bread

I want ordinary things at my own expense

I lost my chances, I ran out of time

I'm at the edge think I'm losing my mind

And the edge of the world is where you end

And the edge of the world is

And the edge of the world is

And the edge of the world is where you end

And the edge of the world is

And the edge of the world is

And the edge of the world is where you end

And the edge of the world is

And the edge of the world is

And the edge of the world is where you end

And the edge of the world is

And the edge of the world is

Written by: Sophie Hunter

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