Hands Steady Lyrics

Agent smith

I'm the one that knows the secrets that you

Fucking hid

I know you chase a high from women with a Self worth wearing thin

Damaged confidence cause of you she said She's celibate

I got the quotes

Blue pills turn red I'll change to Morpheus

The cash you stole from me

Hope you Venmo me after this

I truly hope you don't grow old till then you'll Make me sick

I got receipts you don't know leaked could get You on a list

Better to kick the bucket young than live in self Defense

Not convinced?

Ok I'll say it straight not droppin hints

Relationships in stints

Same as your art prints

And your parents

They don't work out and your like count low Unless you show your skin

I'm not convinced ok that you will you ever Choose to cleanse your sins

I saw the prints all on her neck

The bruise you left proves your offense

To leave the shape the devils hand a violent Lust at her expense

Her public silence not to blame

She's been scared of you ever since

I think we all now feel the same

Your dad does too he's on the bench

I'm sorry he's never around to cope you say You're glad he went?

Got daddy issues does your mom know where Her son's hands really been?

She's been there for you

Just like your hoes you quick to use it

Make her think that you're soul searching

Behind them curtains you abusive

I'm gonna make sure now she's heard Something

Imma make sure that it's ruthless

Your son's a psychopathic narcissistic Textbook girl abuser

You don't know your son assaulted (ANONYMOUS) bet You wish you never knew her

I should trust my instincts but you tricked me Way that you maneuver

You fucking hate your daddy you know you will be him in the fucking future

Crazy way you came to me

Teary eyed yeah I know those were crocodiles

You played my compassion with your fake cries And fake smiles

I'm one to make demands this time

I bet all this you'll undermine and say you made Mistakes not crimes

Couldnt risk admitting shit you did you're see Through

Now tell Abby it isn't true you know she will Believe you

Told me that she ain't the one you don't love Her you know she do

Told me she isn't attractive and still fucked her Let her feed you

And your ego

Don't care if her soul bleeds

You still pursuing

Told me that you didn't care

Mind was on her and you screwing

Abby do you know your lover choked (bleep) Till she could barely breath?

Consent was not an option she got trauma

From his fucking needs

She's not the only one

You cannot believe the things you see

And if you let it slide I guess he's Clyde and you Are his Bonnie

And to the other girls that been done wrong Only speak up if you're ready

Wouldn't blame you staying silent when you Dealin with machiavelli yes

We know that you'd go low Joe Goldberg shit

Your sins is heavy

Next time you draw a cartoon girl make sure to Keep them hands steady