Horoscope

Miss me with yo third eye
I talk to God for the bird's eye
What's your sign, I don't wanna know
I can't rock with the horoscope
Miss me with yo third eye
I talk to God for the bird's eye
What's your sign, I don't wanna know
I can't rock with the horoscope

Ooh, she not really saved, but she spiritual
She don't believe, but she do believe in miracles
Church is cool, but not really her thing
But she does pray to God to interpret her dreams
Ooh, she a Gemini, a Crimini
Got you hypnotized with her spirit eye
Lookin' at your zodiac, from the cul-de-sac
Loud pack, got you in a trance
Day, night, with the devil, now you wanna dance
Runnin' fingers 'cross your palm, tryna reach your hand
Don't get mad at me fam
I'm just saying, if it was me, oh girl wouldn't have a chance
I seen her lookin' where her lookin', ooh
But I don't give no time if they not advance
I can't rock with you
You and all that voodoo
Pokin' at a mini me, tellin' me what to do
That just ain't for us, that ain't [?]
Now she got you in her clutch, ain't no to dos
Thought she was good, now you stuck in rituals

Miss me with yo third eye
I talk to God for the bird's eye
What's your sign, I don't wanna know
I can't rock with the horoscope
Miss me with yo third eye
I talk to God for the bird's eye
What's your sign, I don't wanna know
I can't rock with the horoscope

I can't rock with the horoscope
I can't rock with the horoscope