Drop It

Yo, alright, you asked for it, I'll lay it on thick
This tarot reader by the cast is distract quick
So, pull up a chair, grab some popcorn, check
It's about to roast, they asked for it

In the shower tomorrow, they think they hot shit
Talkin' bout arbitrary cards, tryin' to sell
Don't miss the call, it really ain't that hard
Pull some pictures out the deck, then start weavin' tales

My prospects and heart's wisdom, please cut the frail
Ain't nobody's future written in no cardboard game
You just say fake shit, hopin' it brings you fame
But Gemini ain't buyin' what you tryin' to sell

We see right through the BS, you really don't tell
Shit about the future or what's in my way
You just want my money so you can eat today
Put them tarot cards back in your flimsy little box

Real talk ain't never come from where you flock
What you know about order, structure, and control
Livin' in your mom's basement be the only thing you know well
Talkin' bout inner confusion, like you've been inside my head

Bitch, you don't know me or the thoughts that I send
You see three pictures and think you got me all figured out
That's the real joke here, you should be laughin', no doubt
What you know about order, structure, and control

Livin' in your mom's basement be the only thing you know well
Talkin' bout inner confusion, like you've been inside my head
Bitch, you don't know me or the thoughts that I send
You see three pictures and think you got me all figured out

That's the real joke here, you should be laughin', no doubt
What you know about order, structure, and control
Livin' in your mom's basement be the only thing you know well
Talkin' bout inner confusion, like you've been inside my head

Bitch, you don't know me or the thoughts that I send
You see three pictures and think you got me all figured out
That's the real joke here, you should be laughin', no doubt
What you know about order, structure, and control

Livin' in your mom's basement be the only thing you know well
Talkin' bout inner confusion, like you've been inside my head
Bitch, you don't know me or the thoughts that I send
You don't know me or the thoughts that I send

You see three pictures and think you got me all figured out
That's the real joke here, you should be laughin', no doubt
I make my own path while you chase fortune and fame
Runnin' round pretendin' you some kind of fortune teller lame

But the only thing you tellin' is bullshit day after day
Chasin' validation like the clown that you are, don't play
Said you'll listen to intuition, but seem you forgot
My gut's tellin' me you don't know shit and talk way too damn loud

You think it's cards, have pictures, it gives you mystic powers
Please, the only magic's makin' dumb magic sit for hours
Listenin' to your insights bout life and destiny too
Tryin' to soak their wallets while they're mindin' poo-poo

Well, this Gemini ain't buyin' the snake oil, keep it pushin'
I trust myself, my instincts, no need for your delusional cruisin'
Three thousand words I said, and I think I got past
So, I'm sorry, Tarot motherfucker, you can kiss my eyes

Don't need no cards to see my future's lookin' fine
While you're desperate and sad, try to con every dime
So, take your so-called wisdom, shove it right up your pooper
And leave Gemini alone before this bitch gets meaner

No one fucks with my star sign, don't ever forget
My future's what I make it, so boy, you ain't shit
One thousand words I said, and I think I got past
So, I'm sorry, Tarot motherfucker, you can kiss my eyes

Don't need no cards to see my future's lookin' fine
While you're desperate and sad, try to con every dime
So, take your so-called wisdom, shove it right up your pooper
And leave Gemini alone before this bitch gets meaner

No one fucks with my star sign, don't ever forget
My future's what I make it, so boy, you ain't shit



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Writer(s): Danny Hoang
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