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