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637godwin - simon (𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣)

who's the one with the talent? lyrics: GeeHues, you did this one Ayo, Jug (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 one's that valid Hah, guess that's me Who's the one with the talent? Lace a n*gga 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 n*ggas, feel like Simon Cowell I been feeling kinda lucky like I won a raffle Telling all these n*ggas, "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 that 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 N*gga, I don't give a fuck What you think you see 'Cause the only one's that valid Hah, guess that's me Who's the one with the talent? Lace a n*gga 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 N*ggas think we synonyms, I'm sorry, but we're not the same Living life is like the Sims, I'm not too found 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 them, it's funny how I lose them 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 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 N*gga, I don't give a fuck What you think you see 'Cause the only one's that valid Hah, guess that's me Who's the one with the talent? Lace a n*gga 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 n*ggas, feel like Simon Cowell I been feeling kinda lucky like I won a raffle Telling all these n*ggas, "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