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Numb
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Numb was released on December 7, 2018 by Dream Sequence Records as a part of the album Trill$hitOnly
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Release DateDecember 7, 2018
LabelDream Sequence Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM76

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
T$O
T$O
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
T$O
T$O
Lyrics
MURAW
MURAW
Composer

Lyrics

I don't wanna talk
I see it in your eyes, you ain't gotta say shit
I see
Trill shit only
Trill
R.I.P. big bro, SB
Free lil' bro
Listen, listen
Tough guy, what's with all the mean muggin'?
I remember back when loyalty used to mean something
No mask, five shooters pull up on the scene bustin'
Police hit a dead end 'cause ain't nobody seen nothin'
I just lost my best friend, I swear that I can't feel nothin'
Know some OGs, forty years and they still thuggin'
In and out the pen like it's a gamble, makin' life bets
All these fallen soldiers got me wonderin' if I'm next
Fuck it, let me die fresh, make sure my kicks clean
All these youngins wanna do is eat pills and sip lean
Music stopped movin', I'm like, "Motherfuck the sixteen"
Get a doper shower, turn the powder into whipped cream
Them money hungry monsters left the victim unresponsive
I try to block it out at night, it's fuckin' with my conscience
Lost a couple homies to the dope, now they strung out
Damn, bruh, I remember when your name rung out
Flashbacks of mama cookin' dope up in a teaspoon
My brother hung it up, now I'm all alone in the green room
Shit, it's all love, he put me on when I was dead broke
Now my pocket full of dead folks, we baked until the bread broke
Bangin' for my dead locs, we still mournin'
Used to daydream 'bout a chain and some Jordans
Now it's swangers on the foreign shit
Pardon my arrogance, but what's success
Means if I got nobody to share it with?
These days I'm feelin' like a stranger in my own skin
Voices gettin' louder and these walls start to close in
No handouts, I always stood up on my own ten
Motherfuck a co-defendant, I ain't got no friends
In '010 I caught a case, but I ain't do the race
I took it like a man, looked my problems in the face
Mama told me, "'Fore you eat, you better say your grace"
Wasn't no dishes in them cabinets, we used paper plates
Shit, we was happy just to get a meal
Really trappin' shit, you just rappin' shit to get a deal
So when you spittin' what you live, it give a different feel
Flow that give you goosebumps, it's just a different chill
You flashin' big faces, we need bank statements
It's real life, trill life, man, you can't fake it
I got a feeling someone watchin' and I can't shake it
Spend the money now 'cause when you die, you can't take it
With you, just pull up on me, get your issue
See what that cappin' get you, better pray that casket fit you
Boy, I had to hit you, trill shit only, that's a way of life
Say it right, wanna play the game, gotta pay the price
If I feel him actin' funny, then I'm takin' flight
'Cause nine times out of ten he hungry, he gon' take a bite
It's three on one, is you gon' run or you gon' stay and fight?
I see my dead brothers' faces when I pray at night, damn
Written by: MURAW, T.O.$
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