Numbers by KDFromThe5 Lyrics
[Chorus]
Roll up a blunt of the gas then pass to my brother
Same one who with me the times I was lonely and feeling the hunger
Shooter no jumper
Pop me an upper i’m headed to mars feelin like gunna
I’m goin under
Post in the field with the runnas you never really gotta wonda
We run up the numbers
Came in the game and you know the boy been a stunna
Been in the field with the steel like a hunter
Just told ya girl I cannot love her
Headed to mars feelin like gunna
I’m going undеr
Post in the field with the runnas you nеver really gotta wonda
We run up the numbers
[Verse 1]
Run it up talkin numbers and the digits
Blowin my line cause she wanna kick it
If you gon leave you know it’s good riddance
We can cool it smoke a woods and a swisher
After that get my nut and I dish her
Savage mode cause you know I can't miss her
I swear i’m in a cycle that I can't ignore
Too many tears of mine went hit the floor
Need to go back to a time way before
Sleeping on me I can tell by the snore
Designer dreams of christian dior
Opportunity knockin I kicked down the door
[Chorus]
Roll up a blunt of the gas then pass to my brother
Same one who with me the times I was lonely and feeling the hunger
Shooter no jumper
Pop me an upper i’m headed to mars feelin like gunna
I’m goin under
Post in the field with the runnas you never really gotta wonda
We run up the numbers
Came in the game and you know the boy been a stunna
Been in the field with the steel like a hunter
Just told ya girl I cannot love her
Pop me an upper i’m headed to mars feelin like gunna
I’m goin under
Post in the field with the runnas you never really gotta wonda
We run up the numbers
[Verse 2]
Run up the numbers I did it again
If shorty wan come thru she bringing a friend
Skrt in the benz get it litty when we off the henn
Its gone by the litre she love my demeanour
Said I cannot love her
Heart cold need a heater
Done with the love think its time for a breather
My pain unending it only gets deeper
Yeah
Late nights swerving me and the reaper
Demons be fucking with me for the leisure
Only concern how to stack by the meter
I
Used to love you like no other
Thoughts of you gone used to give me a shudder
Word to my mother
Finally learned we’re bad for each other
[Chorus]
Roll up a blunt of the gas then pass to my brother
Same one who with me the times I was lonely and feeling the hunger
Shooter no jumper
Roll up a blunt of the gas then pass to my brother
Same one who with me the times I was lonely and feeling the hunger
Shooter no jumper
Pop me an upper i’m headed to mars feelin like gunna
I’m goin under
Post in the field with the runnas you never really gotta wonda
We run up the numbers
Came in the game and you know the boy been a stunna
Been in the field with the steel like a hunter
Just told ya girl I cannot love her
Headed to mars feelin like gunna
I’m going undеr
Post in the field with the runnas you nеver really gotta wonda
We run up the numbers
[Verse 1]
Run it up talkin numbers and the digits
Blowin my line cause she wanna kick it
If you gon leave you know it’s good riddance
We can cool it smoke a woods and a swisher
After that get my nut and I dish her
Savage mode cause you know I can't miss her
I swear i’m in a cycle that I can't ignore
Too many tears of mine went hit the floor
Need to go back to a time way before
Sleeping on me I can tell by the snore
Designer dreams of christian dior
Opportunity knockin I kicked down the door
[Chorus]
Roll up a blunt of the gas then pass to my brother
Same one who with me the times I was lonely and feeling the hunger
Shooter no jumper
Pop me an upper i’m headed to mars feelin like gunna
I’m goin under
Post in the field with the runnas you never really gotta wonda
We run up the numbers
Came in the game and you know the boy been a stunna
Been in the field with the steel like a hunter
Just told ya girl I cannot love her
Pop me an upper i’m headed to mars feelin like gunna
I’m goin under
Post in the field with the runnas you never really gotta wonda
We run up the numbers
[Verse 2]
Run up the numbers I did it again
If shorty wan come thru she bringing a friend
Skrt in the benz get it litty when we off the henn
Its gone by the litre she love my demeanour
Said I cannot love her
Heart cold need a heater
Done with the love think its time for a breather
My pain unending it only gets deeper
Yeah
Late nights swerving me and the reaper
Demons be fucking with me for the leisure
Only concern how to stack by the meter
I
Used to love you like no other
Thoughts of you gone used to give me a shudder
Word to my mother
Finally learned we’re bad for each other
[Chorus]
Roll up a blunt of the gas then pass to my brother
Same one who with me the times I was lonely and feeling the hunger
Shooter no jumper