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Numb Video (MV)




Performed By: Young Midnight
Language: English
Length: 2:40
Written by: ARMON JAY CHEEK, JONATHAN MICHAEL HOWARD




Young Midnight - Numb Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Jump in the whip and I'm gone
Bitches keep hitting my phone
Don't even know what I'm on
I did this shit on my own
And I can't feel shit
Get high as the ceiling
F*ck about your feelings
Tryna make a million
Jump in the whip and I'm gone
Bitches keep hitting my phone
Don't even know what I'm on
I did this shit on my own
And I can't feel shit
Get high as the ceiling
F*ck about your feelings
Tryna make a million
I bring them racks out
Baby let me blow your back out
I got it mapped out
Had a good time till I blacked out
Don't do no capping
Instagram that bitch a catfish
I am not average
My homie smoking on cat piss
I mix the Louis V up with Supreme
I got your bitch she so open for me
Stomp on his face I got blood on my jeans
Down by the river, I'm whipping the beam
Spanish bitch bitch don't speak no english
I call her up and she eat the dick
Outfit cost more than your salary
I let the mother f*ckers peep the drip
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Jump in the whip and I'm gone
Bitches keep hitting my phone
Don't even know what I'm on
I did this shit on my own
And I can't feel shit
Get high as the ceiling
F*ck about your feelings
Tryna make a million
Jump in the whip and I'm gone
Bitches keep hitting my phone
Don't even know what I'm on
I did this shit on my own
And I can't feel shit
Get high as the ceiling
F*ck about your feelings
Tryna make a million
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Jump in the whip and I'm gone
Bitches keep hitting my phone
Don't even know what I'm on
I did this shit on my own
And I can't feel shit
Get high as the ceiling
F*ck about your feelings
Tryna make a million
Jump in the whip and I'm gone
Bitches keep hitting my phone
Don't even know what I'm on
I did this shit on my own
And I can't feel shit
Get high as the ceiling
F*ck about your feelings
Tryna make a million
I bring them racks out
Baby let me blow your back out
I got it mapped out
Had a good time till I blacked out
Don't do no capping
Instagram that bitch a catfish
I am not average
My homie smoking on cat piss
I mix the Louis V up with Supreme
I got your bitch she so open for me
Stomp on his face I got blood on my jeans
Down by the river, I'm whipping the beam
Spanish bitch bitch don't speak no english
I call her up and she eat the dick
Outfit cost more than your salary
I let the mother f*ckers peep the drip
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Jump in the whip and I'm gone
Bitches keep hitting my phone
Don't even know what I'm on
I did this shit on my own
And I can't feel shit
Get high as the ceiling
F*ck about your feelings
Tryna make a million
Jump in the whip and I'm gone
Bitches keep hitting my phone
Don't even know what I'm on
I did this shit on my own
And I can't feel shit
Get high as the ceiling
F*ck about your feelings
Tryna make a million
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Writer: ARMON JAY CHEEK, JONATHAN MICHAEL HOWARD
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