Albuterol

[Intro]
DJ!

Astrid Anderson sweatpants and they have to be tailored
You ain't never flipped your asthma inhaler (nope!)

Man, I don't even wanna-
I don't even really wanna ride with that shit, man
I'll have to let myself keep going with that, DJ

[Verse 1]
Sam Adam's and Harpoon
I grew up on the barstool
These kids grew up on their phone watching Barstool (clean)
First time I heard Shady, had us picking the carpool (facts)
Always felt I might be headed to art school
Look, I do it for the folks who feel like they not cool
Stop foolin'
Please promise you'll stop drooling (pleasе stop!)
Balenciaga's, color: Stalin's Regime
Photo copy of my ass, lеt's just call in a 'zine (ha ha)

[Chorus]
Astrid Anderson sweatpants and they have to be tailored
You ain't never flipped your asthma inhaler (nope!)
If you really wanna win, you know there has to be failure (c'mon man be real with yourself)
I came out Mass, I tip my hat to the sailor (DJ!)

[Verse 2]
617 by the Citizen's bank
We eat Brazilian steaks
I'm in New York, but I'm still as embraced (what?)
In that 413, 508 as I wanna be (Mass)
And my bars too nice, you cannot be a wannabe (DJ!)
I heard they fuck with me, audibly
GGGGOLDBLOOM visuals capture the honesty (ha ha)
I seen a plug fall off when he ratted
It's Gassachusetts now I got this shit tatted
Fuck with me if you got it (what?)
I got jars in the attic
Cliff-diving from earth-bound
You ain't smoking no ???
You just going to Perc town
I don't got a nine-to-five, but hit me up if there's work 'round
Rush hour, 95 like I'm going to work now (Money!!)
They say the worst crimes are over love
That's why I show respect
And then a wall is up (D!)
I don't wanna smoke it, 'less the resins balling up (DJ!)
Boy I used to wash my pack in a colander (clean)
And I gotta speak the truth, 'cause I'm here to do that (facts!)
I'm still reppin' Hampshire College, ya'll are scared to do that (y'all would never do that)
Best rapper in New England, y'all already knew that (facts!)
Boy I came up out the woods, I used to search the Sumac (DJ!)

[Chorus]
Astrid Anderson sweatpants and they have to be tailored
You ain't never flipped your asthma inhaler
If you really wanna win, you know there has to be failure (DJ!)
I came out Mass, I tip my hat to the sailor

[Verse 3]
Playing Keno, ain't no Powerball (scratchers too)
Some know me 'cause I rap, some know me 'cause I always had some Adderall (what?)
Catapult; fast-forward now I'm mad adult (DJ!)
Martha's Vineyard; me and Dane playing paddleball (money!)
Sweat-suit lookin' like I'm doing roadwork
So hurt
I fixed things they told me won't work (they told me what?)
Why's this guy rappin', when he look like Joe Dirt (why?)
Wait, I can tell he's cultured like yogurt (haha!)

[Outro]
Astrid Anderson sweatpants and they have to be tailored
You ain't never flipped your asthma inhaler (I'm too nice, I'm too nice, stop it!)
(DJ)
Man, lemme talk my shit, man, I don't even really wanna rap, ya feel me? I just wanna talk my shit, man it's DJ! Hahaaaa

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