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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