| If this is apocalypse
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| Then first there was a genesis
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| I think I’ll let myself exist
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| Under this bloody moon
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| Like a moth or butterfly
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| I’m the queen to my demise
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| But don’t think that I’ll go amiss
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| I’m just getting my groove
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| But first I gotta let go of the things I tried to be
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| First I gotta let go of these fakers next to me
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| First I gotta give up everything I can’t control
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| Get that moderation in my system and
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| Move on to the next
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| On to the next
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| On to the next
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| On to the next
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| Maybe I don’t know what’s up
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| Maybe I am mostly wrong
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| But one thing that I know for sure
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| Is everywhere I go I grow
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| Knowing me it takes some time
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| Diamonds are a little shy
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| But wait and see I’ll hit some gold
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| And I’mma be a sight to hold
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| But first I gotta let go of the things I tried to be
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| First I gotta let go of these fakers next to me
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| First I gotta give up everything I can’t control
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| Get that moderation in my system and
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| Move on to the next
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| But first I gotta let go of the things I tried to be
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| (On to the next)
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| First I gotta let go of these fakers next to me
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| (On to the next)
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| First I gotta give up everything I can’t control
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| (On to the next)
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| Get that moderation in my system and
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| Move on to the next |