NUMB
I don't wanna feel anymore
I don't wanna feel anymore
I don't wanna feel anymore
Numb, numb (I can't feel my fucking face)
Numb, numb (I can't feel my fucking face)
Numb, numb (I can't feel my fucking face)
Numb, numb (I can't feel my fucking face)
I don't wanna feel anymore
I don't wanna feel anymore
I don't wanna feel anymore
I don't wanna feel anymore
Run, I'm on the red carpet with my gun
I stay hoodied up, I hate the sun
I love my lil hoe, yeah, she a punk
My choppa got titties, it's a drum
Choppa city, choppa city, choppa city, choppa city
I got them choppas with me
Bitch, I got them choppas with me
Fhh, fhh, fhh, yeah, skrt off
I'm in a Bentley truck, don't do a burn out
I told her eat me up, she taking her shirt off
I like TV sluts, we making a Porno
Free my killer, drug dealing
You got them packs at home, my young niggas really on your top
You said what, to me? I spend everyday up on your block
This bitch texting me, she said "I just really want this watch"
I'm in the backseat, backseat, hop out, run from cops
Hop out, run from cops
Hop out, run from cops
Hop out, run from cops
I don't wanna feel anymore
I don't wanna feel anymore
I don't wanna feel anymore
Numb, numb (I can't feel my fucking face)
Numb, numb (I can't feel my fucking face)
Numb, numb (I can't feel my fucking face)
Numb, numb (I can't feel my fucking face)
I don't wanna feel anymore
I don't wanna feel anymore
I don't wanna feel anymore
I don't wanna feel anymore
I don't wanna feel anymore
I don't wanna feel anymore
Numb, numb (I can't feel my fucking face)
Numb, numb (I can't feel my fucking face)
Numb, numb (I can't feel my fucking face)
Numb, numb (I can't feel my fucking face)
I don't wanna feel anymore
I don't wanna feel anymore
I don't wanna feel anymore
I don't wanna feel anymore
Run, I'm on the red carpet with my gun
I stay hoodied up, I hate the sun
I love my lil hoe, yeah, she a punk
My choppa got titties, it's a drum
Choppa city, choppa city, choppa city, choppa city
I got them choppas with me
Bitch, I got them choppas with me
Fhh, fhh, fhh, yeah, skrt off
I'm in a Bentley truck, don't do a burn out
I told her eat me up, she taking her shirt off
I like TV sluts, we making a Porno
Free my killer, drug dealing
You got them packs at home, my young niggas really on your top
You said what, to me? I spend everyday up on your block
This bitch texting me, she said "I just really want this watch"
I'm in the backseat, backseat, hop out, run from cops
Hop out, run from cops
Hop out, run from cops
Hop out, run from cops
I don't wanna feel anymore
I don't wanna feel anymore
I don't wanna feel anymore
Numb, numb (I can't feel my fucking face)
Numb, numb (I can't feel my fucking face)
Numb, numb (I can't feel my fucking face)
Numb, numb (I can't feel my fucking face)
I don't wanna feel anymore
I don't wanna feel anymore
I don't wanna feel anymore
I don't wanna feel anymore
Credits
Writer(s): Jakkar Kinard
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