Hey Siri, can you take me to the nearest Mickey D's
It's pronounced McDonald's, shithead
Stay inside you wack ass rapper and hang the gloves
What the f
Well, I guess it be like that sometimes
Off compass, always something, cause ruckus
I stopped the guide and now I just go off my stomach
With a gut feeling, deep breathing, nice meeting
Knew she had the walls when I found her so appealing
And I wish I had a clue where the hell it is I'm going
Planting different seeds, always wonder if they're growing
Never telling people moves
Instead I'd like to show em
But once they see my lens they can never really focus
And that's super real, I know you get my pain
The GPS is telling me to stay in my lane
But there's heavy traffic, filled with mockery and liars
Don't take me to the beach, that's full of wave riders
Cause I don't have the time for this gallery of anarchy
Forget about the cardinal, I'm guided by the salary
Just take me to success, with honeys and some daiquiris
And get us there quick before I'm all out of battery