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