Numb Lyrics – Last-Dude
Singer: Last-Dude
Title: Numb
You don’t understand ’bout me
Never gave a f#ck about me
Wake up in the morning, do my god damn thing
What you don’t understand ’bout me is
I never gave a f#ck about a god damn thing
I wake up in the morning, do my god damn thing
God damn thing I, god damn thing I
What you don’t understand ’bout me is
I never gave a f#ck about a god damn thing
I wake up in the morning, do my god damn thing
God damn thing I, god damn thing I
Jump, jump up in this foreign
Used to sleep on couches, now the boy is really tourin’
If they sleep on me, I tell them haters go and sleep it away
Yeah (Fell-fell), fell in love, but it ain’t no trust
If it ain’t no trust, then that girl can’t be my love
‘Posed to put my love above but instead you gon’ sleep it away (Yeah), yeah
I might give that girl that DOA, I hit it on the floor (Floor)
Take that girl to MIA, she never comin’ home
Her boyfriend keep actin’ tough, that boy be bluffin’ on the phone (Phone)
Why you worried ’bout us? I took her on a trip to Rome
Who put that in your head? God, I swear
Who put that in your head? That’s a fake dress
She give me head, she can’t feel her head
She on her knees, she can’t feel her legs
I’m off the Perky, can’t feel my back
Poppin’ them pills like the packs
I’m rockin’ that Gucci, I’m rockin’ that Louis
I’m rockin’ that Prada, like they broke, yeah
And every single year
I’m drowning in my tears, I’m drowning in my tears again
I can’t seem to forget the pain you seem to give
The pain you seem to give, my friend
Huh, she gettin’ smoked like a bong, hm
Smoked like that song, hm
That’s fire, that’s my lung, hm
I got the dope in my sock, aw-yuh
She want the crack, not the rock, mhm
I pull up like a-mhm, huh
She pull up, I’m like, “Mhm,” huah
Bother me, tell me awful things
You know I love it when you do that
Helps me get through this without you
I’m in the party, I don’t really need no posse, I’m boolin’ with 150
That’s my shawty, finna get the boy name tatted all over her t#tt#es
Remember Huaraches and stealin’ food out of Hibachi, wouldn’t catch me tippin’
Brand new shotty, twelve-gauge on that body, don’t let me catch you slippin’, yeah, yeah
What you don’t understand ’bout me is
I never gave a f#ck about a god damn thing
I wake up in the morning, do my god damn thing
God damn thing I, god damn thing I
What you don’t understand ’bout me is
I never gave a f#ck about a god damn thing
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