I Can't Feel My Face (feat. Lil Peep & Mackned)

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, got 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
 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
 How yo' drink 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
 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 he face is gone (he face is gone), ooh
 Da-da then I make sure KirbLaGoop is home, yeah
 My shooters gon' hit you like it's after prom, Mackned
 I can't feel my face, my face numb