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2gaudy - Simon lyrics

Artist: 2gaudy

album: Deadly Devotion


Gee Hues, you did this one
Ayo jug
Life's hard, I said that we'd escape, oh yeah
Can't block me off, no yellow tape
Waking up in the middle of the night from my graves
'Cause the thought of you only thing keeps me sane
See, see, see, see, see
Then I wake up from the cuts
Bleed, bleed, bleed, bleed
Nigga I don't give a fuck
What you think you see
'Cause the only ones that valid
Hah, guess that's me
Who's the one with the talent?
Lace a nigga up, run him down new balance
I get fucked up, wanna throw in the towel
But I'm over you, think I need a new vowel
Judging all these niggas feel like Simon Cowell
I been feeling kinda lucky like I won a raffle
Telling all these niggas "Pick your head up, keep your glass full"
Wanna talk down on me, you should know I'm in my bag fool
Brother, call me Handy Manny, yeah, I keep a new tool
Handy Manny
Yeah, I want a bitch don't need no plan B
I'm Bikini Bottom she my Sandy
I'ma fuckin' drop 'em like I'm Randy
Life's hard I said that we'd escape, oh yeah
Can't block me off, no yellow tape
Waking up in the middle of the night from my graves
'Cause the thought of you only thing keeps me sane
See, see, see, see, see
Then I wake up from the cuts
Bleed, bleed, bleed, bleed
Nigga I don't give a fuck
What you think you see
'Cause the only ones that valid
Hah, guess that's me
Who's the one with the talent?
Lace a nigga up, run him down new balance
I get fucked up, wanna throw in the towel
But I'm over you, think I need a new vowel
Judging all these niggas feel like Simon Cowell
Niggas think we synonyms, I'm sorry but we're not the same
Living life is like the sims, I'm not too fond of games
Vantage point upon the cliff, I can see the end
Demons stare me in the face, I'm being 'em
Baby, crank your speakers, blast them
Remember when they took me for a joke way back then
So now they always askin' me for an open
It's funny how I close 'em, it's funny how I lose 'em
I remember looking into her eyes
And we both were hoping the sun would rise
But it burned into my soul, I mean fresh to death
Yeah, I'm sorry baby but these feelings they came in last
Life's hard I said that we'd escape, oh yeah
You can't block me off, no yellow tape
Waking up in the middle of the night from my graves
'Cause the thought of you only thing keeps me sane
See, see, see, see, see
Then I wake up from the cuts
Bleed, bleed, bleed, bleed
Nigga I don't give a fuck
What you think you see
'Cause the only ones that valid
Hah, guess that's me
Who's the one with the talent?
Lace a nigga up, run him down new balance
I get fucked up, wanna throw in the towel
But I'm over you, think I need a new vowel
Judging all these niggas feel like Simon Cowell
I been feeling kinda lucky like I won a raffle
Telling all these niggas "Pick your head up, keep your glass full"
Wanna talk down on me, you should know I'm in my bag fool
Brother, call me Handy Manny, yeah, I keep a new tool

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