[Verse 1: Jesse Rutherford]
Look, lemme address it, the question that I know you’ll be stressin'
What in the hell is 30/30? Jesse, how can I get it?
Simple as lookin' fresher then the freshest of freshmen
You just gotta look good whether you got it or get 'em
Personally, I prefer a pair of khaki’s or denim
Cuffed up like ill Will's chicks were when you met 'em
Tall, white, songs, geeked-up from my feet up
Pants lookin' tighter than a damn ballerina
Yeah, I look like a nerd and it's not for a reason
But I still get ladies who look like Hillary Duff
Oh, God, oh, sweet Jesus! Cross on my neck
I wear plain white tee’s, don't need Lacoste on my chest
And these pants were 40 dollars, don't pay the cost for the rest
And as far as the beanie, I rock it 'cause i copped it from Neff
Dollars make sense so I would say I was money-wise
And I keep it 30/30 never fuck with 29’s
No polygamist but I could have plenty wives
All makin' me eggs while I get dressed, homie, sunny side
Ironing my white tee’s, get the wrinkles out
This is the mixtape so don’t ask me when the single's out
Yo, but don’t worry, I’ll put a single out
I would rather been singled out than fitting in
Fingers pointed at me like “look at that fuckin' idiot!”
His jeans too short, his dreams too impractical
I say being tatted up and white as fuck is tactical
Plus my rhyme's magical, actually their actual
Expressions of myself in words, lowercase and capital
My rhyme physique is buffer than your biceps
Hate me 'cause I am a rapper, go ahead and try it
Bitch, I've been chewed up more than fucking Trident
Tell me to shut up but I still won't silence
Hock loogies on these records, man, sign us
Look, lemme address it, the question that I know you’ll be stressin'
What in the hell is 30/30? Jesse, how can I get it?
Simple as lookin' fresher then the freshest of freshmen
You just gotta look good whether you got it or get 'em
Personally, I prefer a pair of khaki’s or denim
Cuffed up like ill Will's chicks were when you met 'em
Tall, white, songs, geeked-up from my feet up
Pants lookin' tighter than a damn ballerina
Yeah, I look like a nerd and it's not for a reason
But I still get ladies who look like Hillary Duff
Oh, God, oh, sweet Jesus! Cross on my neck
I wear plain white tee’s, don't need Lacoste on my chest
And these pants were 40 dollars, don't pay the cost for the rest
And as far as the beanie, I rock it 'cause i copped it from Neff
Dollars make sense so I would say I was money-wise
And I keep it 30/30 never fuck with 29’s
No polygamist but I could have plenty wives
All makin' me eggs while I get dressed, homie, sunny side
Ironing my white tee’s, get the wrinkles out
This is the mixtape so don’t ask me when the single's out
Yo, but don’t worry, I’ll put a single out
I would rather been singled out than fitting in
Fingers pointed at me like “look at that fuckin' idiot!”
His jeans too short, his dreams too impractical
I say being tatted up and white as fuck is tactical
Plus my rhyme's magical, actually their actual
Expressions of myself in words, lowercase and capital
My rhyme physique is buffer than your biceps
Hate me 'cause I am a rapper, go ahead and try it
Bitch, I've been chewed up more than fucking Trident
Tell me to shut up but I still won't silence
Hock loogies on these records, man, sign us
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