Numb

[intro: Chino XL]
Is everybody in? Is everybody in?
Welcome to, welcome to, the symphony of [?]
I feel numb, following the map of bones
Chino XL, Roc C

[Verse 1: Chino XL]
He slept 'cause I been pinning my [?] sober
Didn't realize how bad he was bodied till the song was over
Trey traumatized, staring, listening to Blank Space
His wifey like, "Why’d you do a song with Chino in the first place?"
I’ve been meaning to ask you, worse, I’ve been fiending to slap you
So fierce that the goddess Athena's erected a statue
Of my likeness and placed it inside of time capsules and castles
But mistaken for Vikings in history’s factual writings
I flow with the power of Poseidon's trident
Icarus is flying, terrifying as a warlock in the darkness hiding
I put in work like I am unemployed
Searching for an occupation
I splatter your face and give you lacerations
Should’ve never been taken from psychiatric observation
Electrify, destroy energy conservation
Brain waves been misshapen, I burn sage in a tin, praising my sin
Hoping that this has all been a hallucination
Moving in and out of the game like I’m Pastor Mason
Evil misbehaving with a Wes Craven fascination
Living in the haven with pretty pagan maidens, that’s nasal cocaine
And springing like it’s the 80s with Ronald Reagan
I got my pedals breaking, trying to get my Footloose like I’m Kevin Bacon
If you 25 plus, you should catch that meaning
You slow saga, cover your grill like Lady Gaga
You in gold, but your soul flake like Goldschläger
Here To Save You All was Metaphor’s mama
Punchlines’ papa, six similes, I’m god of the genre
I constantly conquer the conquerors with cocky confidence
Chino the harmonist will mollywop the populace
The angriest, stubbornest, gotta beg me to go clubbing this
The beauty of Adonis but I speak of such ugliness
Blaming our parents for the hell that they brought us in
A history of violence with no signs of ego, war and sin
I'm like a mortician that is slicing through bone and skin
Put you in the box, the same one that your Jordans is in
Death is the apparent plight of even the healthiest
Spit my pain in the flame, Fahrenheit or Celsius

[Chorus: Chino XL]
I’m numb, I am cursed from the words of my tongue
It’s been 11 years since I walked in the sun
Burnt memories, don’t think that I’ve ever been young
You hate me, it’s okay, I share your opinion
I am cursed from the words of my tongue
It’s been 11 years since I walked in the sun
Burnt memories, don’t think that I’ve ever been young
You hate me, it’s okay, I share your opinion

[Verse 2: Roc C]
Look, after the rain there’s no [?]
[?] your cocaine stuck in the fiend’s arm
Run into a crowded room, holding a pipe bomb
I’m numb to the world, so my feeling is fuck y’all
Never been a nigga in my league who can touch dawg
I’m back on the block like “What y’all?”
I serve niggas and fuck broads
I cut y’all into half, the boy, kinda nuts though
Born by two psychopaths, I might go spazz
I won’t go last, I’m cut through glass
I’m bonkers
Kidnap a shit, put the heat to Willy Wonka
Absurd, been around more rocks than a smoked herb
Used to curse, served, moved up to slang and hold herbs
She would lie, I would die before the verse is heard
She knew I’m still real as a rock, stand by his words
Treat, crucify, anybody who got the urge
So nerve, either way I’m still numb

[Chorus: Chino XL]
I’m numb, I am cursed from the words of my tongue
It’s been 11 years since I walked in the sun
Burnt memories, don’t think that I’ve ever been young
You hate me, it’s okay, I share your opinion
Numb, I am cursed from the words of my tongue
It’s been 11 years since I walked in the sun
Burnt memories, don’t think that I’ve ever been young
You hate me, it’s okay, I share your opinion