Ocean's on Arrival - Mapped Out

Fuck it I don’t like you
I don’t love
I don’t want nothin’ from you
I just sun you
Mmhmm, yeah

Fuck it I don’t like you
I don’t love
I don’t want nothin’ from you
I just sun you
Leave you out to rust, inside the dusk
When the dust sets you goin’ fuss so lick my nut sack
I done give a fuck so, you won’t get your fuck back
You goin’ have to trust that, wise with a dunce cap
Lies from the fake shit, enter the matrix
You goin’ have to wait for your turn have patience mans

Can’t match my chill with a thousands zans
I’m in the baseball field where the foulest land
I’m the 8 ball pin when they fall I stand
You can’t touch my house with your hands of sand

Turn that glass when the hours spent
Gotta burn out fast when its time to dip
Gotta learn real fast when it’s time to shit
Gotta shale that tree when the fruit get clipped

I’m on my last row, hoe
Gotta lay low till the cash grow, hoe
I ain’t gonna tell you what they mad bout’
Read my mind I got it mapped out
She look fine but that’s a trap house

I’m in the back row, fucking with the backdoor
Gotta pay the locksmith, fuckin’ all my cash off
Losing ain’t a option
Fuck em’ imma last long
Fuck em’ imma, fuck em’ imma
Fuck em’ imma, uh

Gotta lay low till the cash grow
Gotta lay low till the cash grow
Read my mind I got it mapped out
She look fine but that’s a trap house
Read my mind I got it mapped out

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