I just saw it and
read the last straw
Claiming all my credit
and work as yours
To steal my spot and lie
why you're gone
Come and peel me
off this ceiling
Rewriting history, always stealing me
With your preemtive
Rewriting history, always stealing me
With your preemtive,
but it will backfire
One day they'll all see the real you
And you'll sink to your fate
Give them and inch
and they'll take it all
Creating monters trying take overs
You'll fall hardest when
this truth breaks out
Some call it spin
control I call it all lies
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