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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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Duration
03:36
Key
11
Tempo
80 BPM

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