Numbers - Hoodie Allen

Good girl, good girl

Can I get you inna my world, my world?

Wait another minute, let me clean up

Fresh in my Adidas

Greet you at the door before we meet up

Thinking I’mma figure it out

I’m livin' it now, I’m multiplicatin', I’m playin' it loud

I take the remainder of everything that we’ve been doing until you belittle it

down

But fuck it, cause if we end up bein' lonely

I know I can count on all my homies

So we goin' from one, these were the days that we had to run

Tell them to play and they get their gun

And if they shoot down the sky, they all run and hide

But I’ll be here waitin' for all of my friends who were by my side

And when it ends it was you and I, why can’t we all win together?

All these lucky numbers, they’re never discovered

Just one in a million

These lucky numbers show what we’re made of

We’re scratching the paper

No it’s never paid off, but my number will come

Bad girl, bad girl

Can I get you inna my world, my world?

Wait another minute let me wake up

Get some weed to break up

And I don’t even smoke on most occasions

I been thinking about

Crushing some pills, taking them down

Get us some drinks and making the rounds

Do anything just to get your attention

I’ll even go home and be eating you out

Fuck it, you know I’m kidding about it mostly

Only thing I count on is my homies

And you can be the one for me when the other numbers aren’t adding up

I’ve been thinking about you, thinking about you

And we can be like two digits, cause ain’t no one equivalent to you

Imma hit it like oooh, hit it like oooh