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MOUSETRAPS (PART1) Video (MV)




Performed By: sixty9lives
Language: English
Length: 2:55
Written by: anxiety robbins




sixty9lives - MOUSETRAPS (PART1) Lyrics
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Anxiety like a heart attack.
33 NFL Nickelback,
Teeth on the f*cking tarmac
Ratatat
Round and round
Then splat right into the mousetrap.
It's all a trap
To make you feel like crap.
Manipulated,
Make fun of this and that,
Those who rap, how f*cking lame is that?
Looking back,
I'm sorry if I judged that
But now my rhymes run laps around you chaps.
Re-up, got a fat sack of this trap.
F*cking emo cloud rap,
Pseudo hardness,
Not my rizz tho bitch,
I get attatched, my collapse
I'm a f*cking sap.
But don't tell 'em I said that.
Bitch you lying if you say I said that.
Denied that.
Feel like I'ma vomit.
It aint a comit dipshit,
Thoughts running through my brain.
If I leave, what do I leave behind?
How could I just leave you here to die?
I could never.
I'd regret it.
Then do I just burn like a cigarette while I daydream of heaven sent?
Fret, blick, bleck I'm a wreck.
Indirect come corrupt or I'll interject.
Regret, reject.
Remember you don't forget
VIRTUE LIVES AFTER DEATH (BITCH!)
I'm on a jet, burn through my silhouette.
Burn through like my failed attempts to offset.
Consumed in my room, less roof, flashlight moons consume.
You know that tune, play that shit again.
Directed to neglect, to upset, to regret, to protect.
Nah y'all deflect, some defect, u pretend you don't have f*cking sad.
Hope you're glad, hope I really made you that f*cking mad.
So rad, congrats.
F*cking whack, racks on racks collapse and collapse, idiot f*ck.
By this endless f*cking tomb awaiting me.
Am I going crazy or is this a blazing?
How f*cking amazing as I sit here on the internet.
I try and think of the different ways I could've been.
It all makes me cringe.
Stuck on the fringe.
F*ck your syringe.
Torn nightcap of gin in the land of the sin.
Can't we just begin?
Why can't we just begin again, grin again, grin again, begin again.
I'm just off on the fringe again, making y'all cringe again.
Making me miss again your skin again, that kiss again, those years again.
Forgive again, losing my wits again.
Lips fake and bitch trip again.
Ya give and you f*cking take.
So welcome to the dark side of my mental state.
Ain't it great?
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the race against fate.
But wait, I got cemented to a freight train.
I'm late 'cuz of rain.
I'm late 'cuz I'm deranged.
I'm late 'cuz I went insane.
I'm late but this ain't a game.
I'm late, not here for fame.
I'm late, I'm in so much pain.
But still, bitch, put some f*cking respect on my name.
This light you will not tame.
No one to blame, no one to blame.
Behind every door it's the f*cking same.
Why is this world so f*cking lame?
Off I came and you came.
Now here we are, both insane.
Welcome to the end of the game.
Hold onto your brain.
Baby girl's handlers f*cking us spiritually, it feels just the same.
Life's a f*cking game
Voice to skull brain
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Anxiety like a heart attack.
33 NFL Nickelback,
Teeth on the f*cking tarmac
Ratatat
Round and round
Then splat right into the mousetrap.
It's all a trap
To make you feel like crap.
Manipulated,
Make fun of this and that,
Those who rap, how f*cking lame is that?
Looking back,
I'm sorry if I judged that
But now my rhymes run laps around you chaps.
Re-up, got a fat sack of this trap.
F*cking emo cloud rap,
Pseudo hardness,
Not my rizz tho bitch,
I get attatched, my collapse
I'm a f*cking sap.
But don't tell 'em I said that.
Bitch you lying if you say I said that.
Denied that.
Feel like I'ma vomit.
It aint a comit dipshit,
Thoughts running through my brain.
If I leave, what do I leave behind?
How could I just leave you here to die?
I could never.
I'd regret it.
Then do I just burn like a cigarette while I daydream of heaven sent?
Fret, blick, bleck I'm a wreck.
Indirect come corrupt or I'll interject.
Regret, reject.
Remember you don't forget
VIRTUE LIVES AFTER DEATH (BITCH!)
I'm on a jet, burn through my silhouette.
Burn through like my failed attempts to offset.
Consumed in my room, less roof, flashlight moons consume.
You know that tune, play that shit again.
Directed to neglect, to upset, to regret, to protect.
Nah y'all deflect, some defect, u pretend you don't have f*cking sad.
Hope you're glad, hope I really made you that f*cking mad.
So rad, congrats.
F*cking whack, racks on racks collapse and collapse, idiot f*ck.
By this endless f*cking tomb awaiting me.
Am I going crazy or is this a blazing?
How f*cking amazing as I sit here on the internet.
I try and think of the different ways I could've been.
It all makes me cringe.
Stuck on the fringe.
F*ck your syringe.
Torn nightcap of gin in the land of the sin.
Can't we just begin?
Why can't we just begin again, grin again, grin again, begin again.
I'm just off on the fringe again, making y'all cringe again.
Making me miss again your skin again, that kiss again, those years again.
Forgive again, losing my wits again.
Lips fake and bitch trip again.
Ya give and you f*cking take.
So welcome to the dark side of my mental state.
Ain't it great?
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the race against fate.
But wait, I got cemented to a freight train.
I'm late 'cuz of rain.
I'm late 'cuz I'm deranged.
I'm late 'cuz I went insane.
I'm late but this ain't a game.
I'm late, not here for fame.
I'm late, I'm in so much pain.
But still, bitch, put some f*cking respect on my name.
This light you will not tame.
No one to blame, no one to blame.
Behind every door it's the f*cking same.
Why is this world so f*cking lame?
Off I came and you came.
Now here we are, both insane.
Welcome to the end of the game.
Hold onto your brain.
Baby girl's handlers f*cking us spiritually, it feels just the same.
Life's a f*cking game
Voice to skull brain
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Writer: anxiety robbins
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