I hold the future in my fingertips
My destination races across her lips
It`s no suprise, it`s just what it predicts
My fate is sealed shut by the dice it picks
So I shake my magic eightball
(whoa)
And I post an inquiry
(inquiry)
And my future begins to surface
(whoa)
`outlook not so good`, `most likely not`, `my sources say no`
It is without a doubt, hard to figure out, this magic ball
What gives it it`s mojo powers and makes it so mystical?
Is it the faith of over a million kids who find it believable?
Or is it a bunch of four shitty dice trapped in a black, plastic ball?
So I shake my magic eightball
(whoa)
And I post an iquiry
(inquiry)
And my future begins to surface
(whoa)
`outlook not so good`, `most likely not`, `my sources say no`
So I shake my magic eightball
(whoa)
And I post an iquiry
(inquiry)
And my future begins to surface
(whoa)
`outlook not so good`, `most likely not`, `my sources say no` Send " Eightball" Ringtone to your Cell