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Numb
9
Hip-Hop/Rap
Numb è stato pubblicato il 16 agosto 2021 da Independent come parte dell'album Numb - Single
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Data di uscita16 agosto 2021
EtichettaIndependent
LanguageEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM73

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay!
Jay!
Oboe
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Obie Johnson
Obie Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Obie Johnson
Obie Johnson
Recording Engineer

Testi

Last year I had a bad year now
You can see a ****
On the come up momma at work
In them scrubs so she aint got time
To come in and make us no supper
But I still love her boy dont change
On me just stay the same
You my brother
We in the gutter we getting money
And fucking these bitches I swear
That they love us
I need a million dollars
Just to catch a body you know
I only aim for the stars all
Of this pain in my body, pain in my soul
I swear that it come from the heart
This shit aint hard this shit is easy yeah
I started rapping now the tryna be me
High like 5g smoking wifi got a stick
You can see it in 3D
If you run up on me
You wont make it to far
Got killers with me
And we taking these bars
Invested in sticks
And investing in cars
My dogs to the moon
We going to mars
All my **** the bleeeding
She wanna eat my semen
Young **** im greezy
Chasing green im cheesy yeah
We all had some bad years
But gang been running they bread up
I was trapping in the hallway but now
Im trapping till the sun up ion even got
A son yet but love that boy likee
My mother slide on yo block
In a foreign whip speaking
On gang we got plenty of sticks
You know we coming we sending
Them hits she blowing my phone
This must be a bitch bankroll
On me n im finna buy tris smoking
On james he can rest in piss khalil
So goofy he fucked a bald bitch
Tay really mad joe fucking his bitch
To be honest with you we all fucked
Yo bitch kyler you mad we broke
In yo whip diego a perkhead
He tweaking
Of the shits call up lb he inna stolo
Whip dasilva you snitched you really
A bitch we pulled up on you and you
Busted a bitch scary
Ass **** aint really
On shit choppa wit me its protecting
My pain no I wont change im staying
The same shoot for my **** i shoot
For my gang play with my ****
Im bussin yo brain leaving a stain
Im trying to do it today get him out
The way shoot him in his face closed
Casket its a closed case hop in the whip
And we doing the race hell nah
We aint doing no chase
In the cat smoking woods
To the face know you gone die
If you run in my place
I aint worried bout
The police fuck the police
They some bitches try n
Take a **** stick get
A new one with an extension ttd
Thats the gang gang gang gang we aint
The ones to mention
Put a **** on the line
Then we catch his ass like we fishing
Free all my **** out
Detention got a choppa
To cut up the tension aint none
Of my **** is missing pull up
To yo block n we hit shit pull up
With a mf hitstick ****
We on go all these bodies
In the road we cant separate
You know you got a part
Of my soul we can get a head up
**** shoot it out toe to toe bitch
We them **** everybody know
I dont want clout boy I want yo soul
All these **** fufu they soso
They gotta mf gogo riding riding
Round on the road with a fucking pole
On these fucking drugs tho top speed
Cant go slow they talk about me
But they dont know catch a body
On a go pro dont play wit boy you
A whole hoe last year
I had a bad year
Now you can see a ****
On the come up
Momma at work
Them scrubs so she aint
Got time to come in
And make us no supper
But I still love her boy
Dont change on me
Just stay the same you my brother
We in the gutter we getting moey
And fucking these bitches i swear
That they love us
And the pain go me numb
I'm so dumb i keep showing all my love
So much pain cant feel nun im so numb
Written by: Obie Johnson
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