Lyrics of 'Numb (Feat. B.o.B & Yo Gotti)' by August Alsina

(Verse 1: B.o.B)
She was already on deck fore I ever met er
Young B.o.B in the building looking like Hugh Hefner on the surface
Bounce with somebody, better tell er
I don’t care what’s on yo mind, I just want yo 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 strong
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 5 shots
6 bottles I just copped
Twisted, turnt up, 24/7
Thats 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

(Pre-Hook)
I can’t feel my face
I’m so numb
I’m so wasted
So dumb
I’m shit faced it
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 nothing
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’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 stopping
Cause I be keepin em rocking, you all these bitches be choosin
Cause now they see that I’m winning like I’m allergic to losing and I

I can’t feel my face
I’m so numb
I’m so wasted
I’m shit faced it
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 nothing
One of these chicks is taking me home

Getting high off the money, nigga yea 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
Credit stacks in my pocket boy, that’s that kush
If Shawty wanna fuck she gave me that look
Hustler, you know everyone in the booth
Pull up in the Rari, boy it’s only true
That’s a white out, it’s a night out
Putting money on the bar to get to bring yo light out
I just wanna see your fireworks
50 bottles, that’s like work
I’m in the club, turn up

Take my drink, nigga I’m buzzin
Take my trees, nigga I’m gone
Take my keys, nigga it’s nothing
One of these chicks is taking me home

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