Lyrics I Can't Feel My Face - KirbLaGoop , Lil Peep
I
can′t
feel
my
face,
my
face
numb
I
can't
feel
my
damn
face
(my
face
numb,
yeah)
I
can′t
have
no
bitch,
I
gotta
wait
for
her
I
can't
feel...
(Gotta
wait
for
her,
gotta
wait
for
her)
I
can't
feel
my
face,
my
face
numb
High
speed
police
chase
my
race
car
(skrrt,
skrrt)
Cocaine
laced
up
all-white
A1′s
Steak
sauce,
gotta
a
couple
snakes,
I′ma
break
off
I
can't
have
no
bitch,
I
gotta
wait
for
her
I
got
friends
with
the
weight,
I
don′t
chase
plugs
Mackned
brought
some
so
I
gotta
take
some
Goop
got
big
guns,
please
don't
fake
none
(dududu)
I
can′t
feel
my
face,
my
face
numb
High
speed
police
chase
my
race
car
(skrrt,
skrrt)
Cocaine
laced
up
all-white
A1's
(A1′s)
Steak
sauce,
gotta
a
couple
snakes,
I'ma
break
off
I
can't
have
no
bitch,
I
gotta
wait
for
her
I
got
friends
with
the
weight,
I
don′t
chase
plugs
Mackned
brought
some
so
I
gotta
take
some
(take
some)
Goop
got
big
guns,
please
don′t
fake
none
(dudu)
How
your
drank
turn
that
colour?
You
gon'
kill
for
yo′
brother?
You
really
there
for
that
cutter?
(For
that
cutter)
You
ain't
really
from
the
under
Had
to
go
and
serve
your
uncle
Just
so
you
could
feed
your
mother
(feed
your
mother)
I
put
the
game
on
deck
I
put
these
rappers
on
a
check
My
OG,
I
respect
(that′s
why
I
spit,
boy)
They
ain't
playing
with
that
bag
They
ain′t
never
ever
had
All
these
rappers
really
fags
(they
some
fags)
Yo
white
hoe
do
the
most
I
could
never
ever
go
Never
get
away
for
my
soul
(never
get
up
on
me)
Boy,
you
know
I
still
pour
All
that
shit
that
I
saw,
that
shit
haunt
me
like
a
ghost
(it
haunt
me)
I
got
some
demons
in
my
mind
You
ain't
never
heard
it
in
yo'
head
to
go
commit
the
crime
(go
commit
the
crime,
woo)
I
got
some
secrets
that
I
gots
to
keep
I
gots
to
deal
with
this
here
daily
′til
I′m
buried
deep
Yeah,
that
.45,
that
big
pole
That
boom-bap,
that
hip
hop
(dududu)
Them
big
bands,
that
Slipknot,
I
mix
match
Shoot
a
nigga
in
the
eyepatch
Baby
girl,
you
sold
that
cat
for
me,
hoe,
ayy,
ooh
Gold
rings
on
me,
no
Smeagol
(yeah,
yeah)
My
dawg
mixing
up
the
kibble
with
the
rice
bowl
He
bad,
eating
lightning
hoe,
he
light
up
like
a
light
bulb
Ooh,
yeah,
stack
that
mozzarella,
check
a
big
bag
Smack
it
for
an
hour,
off
a
30,
let
a
bitch
bad
(yeah,
yeah)
I
can't
have
no
bitch
I
gotta
fake
for
She
play
games
with
me,
I
start
a
world
war
Cocaine
lined
up,
drugs
is
what
I
came
for
(yeah)
I
treat
pussy
like
I
used
to
treat
kicked
doors
(woo,
woo)
Roxycodone
and
I′m
blowing
strong,
ooh
(yeah)
He
can't
feel
his
face
because
his
face
is
gone,
ooh
Dada
then
I
make
sure
KirbLaGoop
is
home,
yeah
My
shooters
gon′
hit
you
like
it's
after
prom
(dududududu),
Mackned
I
can′t
feel
my
face,
my
face
numb
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