Click-Clack - Nightmare Prod.Shyguy Lyrics

Fair enough fair enough fair enough
They can't show a nigga love
Have to do it by lonesome

That's ok, just fine
Said I'm used to this shit f*ck a line
I can't wait for a show nevermind
I am God you my intelligent design
Feel like Lil' B I'm cooking sippin wine
Jesus Christ I am feeling so divine

F*ck a horoscope, nigga hell no
I might script my own destiny on my cell phone
F*ck a horoscope, nigga hell no
I might script my own destiny on my cell phone

These schools ain't got no money wonder why we sell dope
Why you lyin? Why you lyin? you don't wanna no
You just turn the other way and say geronimo
Ain't seen no vacuum seal before thought he meant Conoco
F*ck a horoscope
Metaphorically speaking you speaking Morris code
I said f*ck a religion I'll read the cliff notes
Spent yo money on gold plated still need dish soap
Ballelujah use to live up by the Frisco
Had to dip out like the count of Monte Cristo
I went ahead and shot the 3 they thought I'd miss tho
Oh you thought I couldn't spit I bet yo ish know
Woah woah woah woah woah woah

F*ck a horoscope, nigga hell no
I might script my own destiny on my cell phone
F*ck an horoscope, nigga hell no
I might script my own destiny on my cell phone
F*ck a horoscope, nigga hell no
I might script my own destiny on my cell phone