Hurt Locker

[Intro]
Uh huh!
Oh
Yeah yeah yeah
All this pain, all this pain keeps building up
Diffuse the bomb

[Hook]
I feel like a bomb bitch and it’s the hurt locker
I’m wearing Prada and Gucci compared to foot locker
There ain’t no real talent in you, you a fake master
My last relationship was fucked it was a real disaster
Got on Gucci, Louis
When you’re overwhelmed gotta get you between my newly drugs
I wish you just fixed it all
You would’ve had it all
You chose not real, yeah

[Verse]
All these percs in my brain keep telling me I’m wrong
I really don’t need you going on and on
I’m getting rid of the memories I’ve had for to long
But they keep on coming back so I put ‘em in my songs
All these memories should be forever and ever
Till the pain we bleed I can’t take it forever
Just wait you’ll see all of the youth deserves better
This is there pleasure all of there pressure
I could tell it was right all along
Thinking you would leave and now you’re gone
I don’t wanna go back to my home
But the percs made me go back to my home
I wish I didn’t have to write these fucking songs
Thinking everyday was good but now it’s not
Girl this was four months ago
Girl now I’m glad these fights are gone

[Hook]
I feel like a bomb bitch and it’s the hurt locker
I’m wearing Prada and Gucci compared to foot locker
There ain’t no real talent in you, you a fake master
My last relationship was fucked it was a real disaster
Got on Gucci, Louis
When you’re overwhelmed gotta get you between my newly drugs
I wish you just fixed it all
You would’ve had it all
You chose not real, yeah