Текст песни Simon - 637godwin

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 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 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

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 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 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

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 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