Hurt Rap Lyrics

by Luckyiam

How ya feelin' love?
How ya feelin' love?
Lucky's diggin' you
How ya feelin' love?
How ya doin' love?
How ya feelin' love?
Lucky's diggin' you, yea
I see you over there
Why don't you just, uh, put your ear little place into the speaker of the headphones

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How ya feelin' love?
How ya doin' love?
Lucky's diggin' you
I am feelin' you
How ya feelin' love?
Wutchu doin' love?
Lucky's diggin' you
I'm kinda feelin' you
How ya feelin' love?
Wutchu doin' love?
Yea yea yea yea yea

This is not a love song
And get summer dressed, let me put my flips on
Electory tan top, tennis skirt, big heart
Hair curled, real long, flowin' light breeze
Looks like the sun might've touched you color lightly
You entice me, give it up for wifey
Don't like when I call you that?
Ok, Imma call you whack
Kanobotomy, got me on some nice ship
With nice guys, finished dead last
Let me write this
This is priceless, let you in my life bitch
Same man, used to be a dog, lost his license
Perfect timing, about to find me
Fellas don't you fall for little clots with broken lining
There's a storm bruing short
Life a ruin when ya open up and let ‘em stab your heart
There's barely movin' in
I'm done pursuin' anything, anyone, that's a rap
I'm a bachelor about to have some fun (yea)
I wasted like a year over a loser
But at least I found out now and I'm about to keep it movin' here

This is hurt rap, hate rap, shoot rap
I probly nigga see a shrink, Lucky get that
This is hurt rap, hate rap, shoot rap
I probly nigga see a shrink (knock your front back)

Time to get up on the bomb, gotta focus
Thought I really was in love, it was bogus
She was lovin' her reflexion I created
I invented her perception so she hated
Mr. Wiffle call me Junior
Mr. Karma I'm the farmer plantin' roses
Gettin' stabbed by what I harvest
Till I thought that Biggie Nanas was the key to our tomorrow
But I guess it's just impossible to have what I've been wantin'
No more shallow, kinda thinkin' for the hour
And the lesson's that I've learned about the pussy and its power
See this could happen to the rapper of the hour
But it probly won't express the deep ecration it devours