Oxytocin Mapquest Lyrics

Wait a minute

Wait a minute

Yuh, yuh, wait a minute

Wait a, wait a

Wait a minute

Wait a minute

Wait a, wait a, wait a-duh duh duh duh

She tryna crack the case but the map leads to her

Ain't a mystery how I simply seek for her

Done preed the word

She tryna crack the case but the map leads to her

Ain't a mystery how I simply seek for her

Done preed the word

First of two I reference in Strictly For The Ville

Half a continent in distance but she sprinting up to Phil

Puzzle put together now it's giving and serving

Beaucoup boo, given the truth through assertion

For certain, crush cushioning me

I'm looking for she

Getting curved, that wouldn't be me

She tryna crack the case but the map leads to her

Ain't a mystery how I simply seek for her

Done preed the word

A longing to bump heads in person, should you agree

I'm tryna link beyond a link

Floating down the blue Nile, etched sophisti-rap

Does she love me the same, where her feelings at

Tryna beat or want a beat, you can pick a batch

I'm having them dreams about her

Lewd nocturnal scenes about her

Iridescent light beams surround her

I need the feels, the physical touch

The real, the liminal lust

The chill with spliffy and such

What's up, what's up, what's up

What's up, what's up-up, up

She tryna crack the case but the map leads to her

Ain't a mystery how I simply seek for her

Done preed the word

Brought me closer

Don't have a chance, we gon take one

We off the soju

Don't have a gang but she made one

I bet y'all know about unrequited love

Fuck blue lights and such

Walking down the broad street line at dusk

Like what's up

Checking if she pings

Right before the phone dies, I'd prolly let out screams if it ring

Plenty of time alone, it's a comfort zone

Trying to hide my phone but I gotta let it be known

I need to peel the spiritual rust

The feels, the physical touch

A deal within me to just

Spill my feelings of love

What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up

What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up

What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up

What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up

What's up

Rotten ass bedbug-ridden creep

I could body you in my sleep

I put in work in PM

Jerk to DM, jerk in DMs

Bet he don't even chirp when I see him

He act like it was satire

Don't take it seriously, I don't mean to act higher-than-thou

Pow, open palm stung

Nuance not composed on all fronts

And that's on you

I'll step back and then axe the scheme

No defending that from me

Don't blabber bout algorithm alchemy

My larvae are ride-or-dies, herb

If I let six fly, five'll find fur

Get your whole shit shut down, I got it locked and stuck

While I'm eating crepés and baklava

Smell the Folgers bitch

I hold the stick, one shot will put niggas out of work like Eunjoo Egghart

Bloke don't get smart

Hit-enby I'm a sharpshooter like Bret Hart

Hit-enby I'm a sharpshooter like Bret Hart