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