The past few months
I been haven bad luck
This 4 left clover
Ain't changing very much
She loves me
She loves me not
F*ck it i already know
She thinks i s** x2
The magic 8 ball
And the northern most star
Couldn't read these palms
Cuz they couldn't see this far
This quad leafed clover
Isn't doing much work
It rose from the dirt
But isn't earning its worth
My fortune cookies message
Was just a blank piece
But i prefer that over
A lie to believe
Take three eyes to see
What the blind man need
And even more pride
To hide while it weave
Not an aries
But even if i was
I wouldn't believe
Those horoscopes
Luck of the irish
A c grade cla**ic
A pure blood here
Jus missing the magic
She loves me
She loves me not
She being me
In my dreams tongue tied
In the sky
Know I'm being watched
But with my luck
Its not the good kind
The past few months
I been haven bad luck
This 4 left clover
Ain't changing very much
She loves me
She loves me not
f** it i already know
She thinks i s**
X3
This four leaf clover
Must have been from clover field