ay x4
i dont wanna go but i think im too late
at the bottom of the lake is the top of my fate
bitch i wont say it again
got too much on my plate
say that she dont feel safe
pullin up in broad day
had a kid with someone she dont love n it dont feel okay
and i keep on askin why tf yu dont love me
from the throne to the beat
overdose in the street
hit up xo cuz he got the kpins
all yo shit laced yu dont know what yu takin
how yu bout to love her when yu know that she fakin
fillin em with lies little bitch i cant take it
shawty say im wrong 
she the type that i cant trust
and she wanna fuckin kill me
put a knife in my gut
she dont ever give me luv!
shawty know im outta luck
n she think im off the drugs 
hoe yu know im fucked up x4
bitch yu know yu fucked upppppp
n im staring at this bitch
broke shit
who she calling?
when they gotta hear my lyrics up in court yu know im ballin
always staring at the ground let my lawyers do the talkin
i predicted everything jus seen my cousin in a coffin
little hoe dont even care yeah she wanna see me fall
hella layers in this bitch
storing hoes, take em all
always knew what yu was doing stupid whore its a law
another ppo gone i aint ever gonna fall
hoe yu know im fucked up x13
n yu know its tuff luck hella bodies in her trunk
n yo girl dont got a shotti 
all my shawties got a pump
know yo heart is fuckin racing i can read yo damn pulse
why yu gotta do this to me always wanna do the most

HILLARY CLINTON IS A FUCKING MURDERER! (prod. plucksunset)

hopelessbrokeboi is a decaying signal in the shape of a human — a post-collapse artist channeling schizophrenia, poverty, and apocalypse into raw sound and ruined textiles. Born from the ruins of self and system, hopelessbrokeboi isn’t just a name — it’s a diagnosis, a confession, and a warning. His work weaves together trauma, psychosis, and survival into a haunted archive of what it means to be alive when everything has already died.

Musically, he lingers in the shadows between genres: industrial rot, emo bloodletting, clouded trap, static-drenched punk — nothing fits clean. His vocals often feel like a séance, whispering from the static of a broken speaker; sometimes numb, sometimes screaming like a possessed radio, always real. Beats collapse under the weight of despair and distortion. Melodies bleed from cheap synths and sampled detritus, fused with field recordings, voices in his head, and moments stolen from an unraveling reality.

Visually and stylistically, hopelessbrokeboi is the prophet of a dying world. His fashion label, Signal in Ruins, mirrors the same energy — garments built from death, fire, and repurposed American dreams. Teeth, rusted metal, scorched denim, and bloodstained patches aren’t accessories — they’re relics. Every piece tells a story: scavenged, cursed, alive.

Living on the margins — probation, therapy, hunger, resurrection — he documents not from safety, but from the trench. This isn’t aesthetic; this is survival rendered as vision. There’s no polished brand strategy. No safe distance. Just a broken antenna picking up transmissions from the end of the world, reshaped into something beautiful and feral.

hopelessbrokeboi is not looking to make it —
he is looking to mean it.
No lies. No filters. Just noise, pain, spirit — weaponized into art.

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HILLARY CLINTON IS A FUCKING MURDERER! (prod. plucksunset)

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