| Time to wake, the beast in me just rose
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| This is fate, something in me just knows
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| They wanna hate, I'm handing them a thorn rose
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| For being fake, only when they up close
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| It's time to break, the shackles and the sharp ropes
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| And time to make, something out this new mold
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| How do old friends, turn into the new foes
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| It doesn't make sense, lemme tell you though
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| Everything they say, it's makin' me insane
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| Am I looking astray, walking on a grey
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| Maybe just a phase, na I'm switchin' up a lane
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| But they better make a way mane, I'm brining in the rain
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| I, I, I be bringing in the rain what the hell they gotta say
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| Maybe just a phase, switchin' up a lane
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| I be bringing in the rain what the hell they gotta say
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| Maybe just a phase, switchin' up a lane
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| Time to wake, door 'bout be shut close
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| This is fate, I can feel it in my bones
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| They wanna hate, but I'm bout to go for gold
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| They being fake, honestly it's gettin' old
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| It's time to break, headin' down the open road
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| And time to make, everybody lose control
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| How do old friends, turn into the new foes
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| It doesn't make sense, now you know
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| Everything they say, it's makin' me insane
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| Am I looking astray, walking on a grey
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| Maybe just a phase, na I'm switchin up a lane
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| But they better make a way mane, I'm brining in the rain
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| I, I, I be bringing in the rain what the hell you gotta say
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| Maybe just a phase, switchin' up a lane
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| I be bringing in the rain what the hell you gotta say
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| Maybe just a phase, switchin' up a lane |