Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Numb, artist - August Alsina. Album song Testimony, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 31.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Numb |
She was already on deck 'fore I ever met her |
Young Bob in the building looking like Hugh Hefner on the surface |
Man I swear somebody better tell her |
I don’t care what’s on your mind I just want your cerebellum |
Yea but my team stay down through the stormy weather |
Back when we was hustling and nobody would help us |
Now we poppin bottles man, now we top shelfers |
We just knew that we would make it man, nobody could tell us nothing better |
Nothing a fortune teller couldn’t tell us |
As a youngin I never really cared for Christmas carols |
Now when you see my apparel I got several different leathers |
Look at my wrist, bitch, it’s levels to these bezels |
This whip is mine but I drive it like I stole it |
Flying down the interstate, lighting up a stougin' |
Hustle Gang on that mob shit, bring me my canoles |
Beating up the box, call me Oscar De La Hoya |
I had one, two, three too many |
I’m fucked up, four chicks with me |
I’m loud, took about five shots |
Six bottles I just copped |
Twisted, turnt up, 24/7 |
That’s more bad bitches I’m getting |
They know I hit 'em and quit 'em |
And go past what they came here for |
Baby can I see you make yo ass drop? |
I’m a let the Rose bottles pop |
I’m a sip this 'Roc, baby don’t stop |
Cause yo body on fire, you too hot |
I can’t feel my face |
I’m so numb |
I’m so wasted |
So dumb |
I’m shit faced-ed |
Just in case I don’t make it |
Take my drink, nigga I’m buzzin' |
Take my trees, nigga I’m gone |
Take my keys, nigga it’s nothin' |
One of these chicks is taking me home |
That little red bone said she’s taking me home |
Fine ass friend said she coming along |
Love in the morning, so I’m fuckin' em strong |
I’m a beat em to sleep then I’m gone in the morning |
Hold up! |
I tell a bitch roll up |
Before I gotta roll out all I do is turn up |
Turn down for what, need another drink |
Baby go and pour up, money hungover |
So you know I gotta throw up the 'fetti |
So that they know that I’m ready |
To get em poppin' and droppin' the party never be stoppin' |
Cause I be keepin' 'em rockin', you all these bitches be choosin' |
Cause now they see that I’m winning like I’m allergic to losing and I… |
Gettin' high off the money, nigga yeah I made it |
Just count a mill, nigga now I’m faded |
You know I’m unstoppable, I feel like Vegas |
Shout out to the hood — 'cause that’s who raised me |
Hunnid bands in my pocket boy, that’s that kush |
And shawty wanna fuck she gave me that look |
Hustler of the year know every rule in the book |
Pull up in the 'Rari, boy that’s all it took |
That’s a white out, it’s a night out |
Putting money on the bar there just to bring the light out |
I just wanna see your fire-works |
Fifty bottles, that’s slight work |
I’m in the club, turn up |
Nu ah ah ah ah ah umb |
Smoke until you go du ah ah ah ah umb |
Let’s drink until you go nu ah ah ah ah umb |
Smoke until you go du ah ah ah ah umb |
Drink until you go nu ah ah ah ah umb |
Smoke until you go du ah ah ah ah umb |
Let’s drink until you go nu ah ah ah ah umb |
Smoke until you go du ah ah ah ah umb |