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brokiee0 - handcuffs lyrics

i’m in handcuffs, funny? ain’t it? i think it’s hilarious how people get delirious when we get real with em. and then we start healed with em. you may be like: (boy you just acting out your life to make it sound funny when you ain’t got sh– for talent you ain’t got hits for haven’t) oh sorry, want me to be more graphic? if so well then let’s go! i’ll grab a knife stuff it down your throat make sound like hope, (neck rope) and when i’m done with your stove you’ll be stoked to finally be woke. hey kids, wanna know something? (what teacher?) i rap like an animal, rap like an nf copycat just because i share my feelings doesn’t mean i copy that cat. these lyrics were made so far apart from each other that my life has collapsed under its own weight. i’ll just be real here, i wanted to k!ll my self before and i still do but not as much. take it by a sticker and add a small amount of liquor, liquor? yeah i said liquor can’t be famous because i’m insane in the mind, getting these notifications like popping these pills online. hey doc! describe me in three words, spoiled, bratty, anxious. oh that’s cool! seeing a therapist every 5 days still ain’t helping me with this so i guess i rap in this situation…. my lyrics make it sound like i’m ten years old, dissing but it ain’t funny no more, mr hair if you’re reading’ these lyrics i made a mistake, but i’m not apologizing for something i lost control of. my girlfriend broke up with me, sounds typical for a white bis-xual male but trust me, i’ll be worse than a female. i can’t rap lyrics so well because my mind is messed up, besides, if i diss i get dissed back, so? it’s because you dissed them and got called h-m-phobic, i don’t care honestly i wish i could take pills to release this pain, but i gotta be real being hilled ontop of the k!ll i wish i could be k!lled. my lyrics so cringey they causing’ an army i can’t control it nor can i hear it. my raps are terrible, let’s be honest but i can’t remember a thing from last night tomorrow because my memory ruins out these bad tunes. i’m sorry if i’m an -sshole i don’t mean to be by all standards, but god forbid you k!ll me for it. i’m in handcuffs, can’t rhyme because i’m night cuffed. no ending lines because i’m hyped up. when i diss i’m someone else in a different body no one knows my raps because i’m a normal person

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