(Ooh, shit, what the fuck, Daniel?)

(You got this bitch on GarageBand? You goin' crazy)

DJ

"DJ, I always wonder how you do this music stuff like this, man, it's crazy"

Man (DJ)

These guy's ain't one-thou'-wow, man (Nah)

This shit be bad business

I swear, man (DJ)

Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one on earth, man, it's DJ (D, D)

Yeah (DJ)

And I gotta get the money or it's bad business (Money)

They like, "Lucas, you go dumb, nah, you mad different" (DJ)

And my homie servin' girl to the bad bitches (Clean)

At the Cumbie's all night like I do scratch tickets (Go)

I was gone for a sec', but, now I'm back with it (I'm back, DJ)

I talk my talk, it's to the point that nothin's off-limits (I talk my talk)

Three-five inside the bleep for the car sickness (Smoke)

This a judgement-free zone, just like Planet Fitness (Ha)

And the phone keeps shakin' like a Amber

Got a custy waitin' for me, said he right outside of Blancher's (I'm right here, it's DJ, man)

Yes I hit the cruise control when I'm goin' through New Hampshire (Yoom)

And them boys don't make a peep 'cause we don't tolerate no slander, yeah (Ha, I talk my talk)

Came up out the woods, they know that I'm a happy camper (Go)

And the zaza so loud it's fuckin' up the bystanders (Smoke)

And that white boy be outside, he's probably gettin' skin cancer (Ah)

They think DJ Lucas probably got delusions of grandeur (DJ)

These boys ain't doin' nothin', they just banter (Waa)

But, me, I talk my talk non-stop like Enes Kanter (DJ)

It's like I'm playin' softball and throw it under-hander (Yes)

Got a custy pullin' up, he's in the gray Highlander

Got a custy pullin' up with like ten bumper stickers (DJ)

Everytime I pass the Statie's it be givin' me the shivers (Ah)

If I pull up to your function I'm just puttin' out some feelers

Think 'bout all the things I've done like that song that's by The Killers (Yeah, D-D-DJ)

Please don't get it fucked up 'cause I'm a healer not a dealer (DJ)

Bitch, I'm takin' Route two until I'm gettin' off at Miller's (Yoom)

On the path less traveled through the bramble and the prickers (Ah)

I'm so deep out in the woods like the American Pickers (DJ)

And I gotta get the money or it's bad business (Money)

They like, "Lucas, you go dumb, nah, you mad different" (DJ)

And my homie servin' girl to the bad bitches (Clean)

At the Cumbie's all night like I do scratch tickets (Go)

I was gone for a sec', but, now I'm back with it (I'm back)

I talk my talk, it's to the point that nothin's off-limits (I talk my talk)

Three-five inside the bleep for the car sickness (Smoke)

This a judgement-free zone, just like Planet Fitness (Ha)