Horoscope

Drugs in my system when the day begins I'm already sick of all these homosapiens Hungover you don't know what kinda pain my brain is in I got Raisin bran in a bowl mixed with Jameson Think it made me sick like these kids that be chasing the clout Tik tok videos the day your album comes out Sesame Street I feel like Oscar the grouch, on my couch Only cuss words coming out my mouth She really think that imma Gemini whatever floats her boat So I told her give me throat it was in my horoscope She thought she was woke I just took her as a joke She believes in that but she's too skeptical to vote Don't approach cuz you can't even quote like half the shit I wrote You can kiss my ass just like you found it under mistletoe Imma make it big in spite of anyone who's skeptical And bet your bitch will treat my genitals like their collectibles