NUMB Lyrics

Couple of months ago was ready to give this shit up

I flex the perseverance, really I was fed up

Forgot the reason why I did this in the first place

Two years later in the basement, still at my first place

I can tell you I was never in it for the fame

A crowd that lose they mind before you say a word is lame

I wanted recognition only for the talent

I ain't the first to say that shit but I'm the first bout it

You know I go in with the flow and I kill em by spitting this murderous heat

And they be feeling it but they ain't hearing it while they get up on they feet

Kind of a metaphor for what I'm learning bout this life

Faster that I go the less I'm taking things in stride

And I ain't saying never run, you gotta get there

Just take a look around sometimes, be aware

This right here is where the future memories you cherish come from

It's the life you're chasing that you gon' get numb from

My phone blowing up, I ain't heard from you in six years

You giving props, I'm saying thanks, and then it ends there

Now I ain't mad that you ain't by my side along the ride

But for the ones who were, I'm seeing through the turning tides

You rock with me, I rock with you, the paper coming

We stomp scissors and hightail it, we out running

Sun go down and up, I miss it in a blink

My eyes is on the pen and paper, I don't sleep a wink

You never know what's 'round the corner 'til you turn it

You never gonna feel that high unless you burn it

Keep in mind the constant highs make a normal low

'Til you a dude with a giant ego and boring flow

Letting your dreams control the way you live a win-lose

The way it goes is gon' be something you just gotta choose

A win can be them coming true, the loss in unsuccess

The real win is chasing it, lose yourself in the process

You ain't gotta focus right now on what you after

Others want the clout but for you, you know you have to have it

The flows they come to you so natural, so automatic

You got trauma? Well shit, just write a rap about it

You see the flow is a disguise from the substance

You not alone with the pen and paper and substance

Henny, Jamie, Johnny in my system with the purp

You ain't ever feel the pain, but tryna make em feel the hurt

Now my hobby feel like work, I'm Kevin Smith, you still a clerk

Throwing up the Vulcan V, but I still feel like Captain Kirk

I take a puff, but not a perc, cause I ain't tryna self-merc

I just need a lil' release until my shit release

Right now it's still unheard

That ain't gonna last, from the freaks

Who posting leaks to the labels, kicking my ass

Make me think back to the days when I would dream to be the person I'm becoming

How could doing everything be all for nothing