Numb [Remix] lyrics

[Verse 1: B.o.B]

She was already on deck 'fore I ever met her

Young Bob in the building looking like Hugh Hefner on these heffas

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 levels

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

[Verse 2: August Alsina]

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’mma let the Rose bottles pop

I’mma sip this 'Roc, baby don’t stop

Cause yo body on fire, you too hot

[Bridge: August Alsina]

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

[Hook]

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 [x2]

[Verse 3: August Alsina]

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’mma 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 fuck 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..

[Bridge]

[Hook] [x2]

(Verse 4: Yo Gotti)

Gettin' high off the money, nigga yeah I made it

Just count a mill, nigga now I’m faded

Number one stunna boy, I feel like Baby

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

[Hook] [x2]

[Outro]

Nu ah ah ah ah ah umb

Smoke until you go du ah ah ah ah ah umb

Let’s drink until you go nu ah ah ah ah ah umb

Smoke until you go du ah ah ah ah ah umb

Drink until you go nu ah ah ah ah ah umb

Smoke until you go du ah ah ah ah ah umb

Let’s drink until you go nu ah ah ah ah ah umb

Smoke until you go du ah ah ah ah ah umb

• Artist:August Alsina