NUMB

Call me again
Imma miss that
Death be hanging
My area goes pitch black
Bhai no feelings
In that bitch slap
I be seeing the ceilings
Call it label ki chit-chat

Abhi main hoon weak with a fat dick
Usse pasand mera pull out game
Leti meri antics
Tabhi bhi mera ig gila
With 26-27 bad bitches
Calling me an antique
Tabhi gilli uski yaha pe panties
Tabhi jale dost uske bole mujhe anti
Tabhi peri-peri-peri flavour
Uski body pe
Kheechta mai MD

Fooka maine thoda bohot
Nayi baat nahin
Thooka maine mooh pe tere
Sahi baat nahin
Chooka ye nishaana mera
Koi gal ni

Main mar chuka hoon
Kab se bhai main stuck
Pada hoon
Jeb mein mere stuff
Pada hai
Koi pakad na le ye maal
Bohot hara hai
Ye jakad ke rakhta hai mujhko
Ye dhadak dhadakta dasso
Kya hogya?

Main sar ke bal gir gya
Sarfira
Dil bada
Nazuk hai isliye toh chup tha
Ye jail ke faatak se andar main aata
Main hafta bhar bahaar paer ni rakhta
ROJ left pe aur main stuff
Right waale drawer mein rakhta
Andar ek baksa
Nashe ka naksha
Andar maasoom sa ladka
Karna uski suraksha
Humesha

Call me again
Imma miss that
Death be hanging
My area goes pitch black
Bhai no feelings
In that bitch slap
I be seeing the ceilings
Call it label ki chit-chat

Pudiya ni hoti hai catching bhai
Tabhi thulle rakhe
Maine yaha setting pe
Saare launde lag gaye
Abhi yahaan fielding par
Dekhoon same bitches
Lage yaha pe candy crush
Tabhi aajkal left chest
Mein hora dard
Tabhi likes badh gaye
Mere hinge par

Ride kari wave ye tsunami
Uski chut bahaa di
Doobti naari
Ye game mein mere
Ye sex aur drugs ke
Shame hai mujhpe
Main karta ye sab
Ya karta mujhko ye?
It's tough
Life without drugs
And you
It's rough
But imma stand tall and tough
Meri batting radh
Main hoon clean bowled
Meri wicket stumped
Mera game over
Meri story bhram
Substance abuse
So I can feel numb

Ay

So I can feel numb
I can feel numb
I can feel numb

So I can feel numb
I can feel numb
I can feel numb

So I can feel numb

Nahi chaiye ye dard
I wanna be numb

Bitch I'm numb
Bitch I'm done
All your faces
Hit up dubs
And I'm prolly
Fucking in the
Back of the bus

Bitch I'm numb
Bitch I'm done
All your faces
Hit up dubs
And I'm prolly
Fucking in the
Back of the bus

Fuck em' up in the projects
Aw my phone, need a power bank
Man go call who you want man
Run for your life, if I gotta make a call man

He gon fuck you up
The man the gang is scared of
How you gonna tap out
With no hands
Beat em' up
Show and tell

Peter piper picked a pepper
I could pick your brain
And tie your arms together
Wrap my hands around your heart
And take your life
Better late than never
Gotta pay a price or
Take your life or state of mind
I got em' back pedaling

Yuh



Credits
Writer(s): Aditya Tripathi, Dishant Kumar, Ritwik Datta Choudhury
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