Grandpa Used to Carry a Flask

[Intro: Delusional Thomas]

Yeah

Yeah

[Verse 1: Delusional Thomas]

What happens when I'm suicidal? Vibrations all through my spinal

From the hiss of the vinyl, my mind will be in the Bible

I will see the signs and I'll probably not understand a lot

Rode into town yesterday, straight from Camelot

The prayers are not in common language, they don't mean a thing

The evil king of underworlds accumulating bodies

This rap shit is turning into nothin' but a hobby

'Cause the pussy's already been fucked or in the lobby waitin'

Dominatin' the matrix, kick it with God and Satan

Oscillation through my veins into these constellations

Drug users, they wouldn't let us join the club

So now it's Spanish bitch massage, give my joints a rub

What's the purpose of everything, who the fuck cares?

We run scared 'cause nothin' fair, and we don't become aware

Pretend it don't exist, ignorance the only bliss

I think it's me, well, I hope it is

With no kids and no responsibilities

I'm writin' soliloquies that transcend visually

Intelligent idiots who never be serious

'Cause the world around is fucked up, so we'd rather get fucked up

[Interlude: Delusional Thomas & Mac Miller]

What? What?

My grandpa used to carry a flask

What? What?

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]

As I'm pacin' back and forth, waitin' 'til they pass the torch

Life a bitch who 'bout forty in a sad divorce

Voice is hoarse, gettin' harder to speak

Remarkable themes, talkin' mark of the beast

I saw them caught on the leash, we walk in common

Asleep in coffins, talkin' to Stephen Hawking

Evil, we see it often

So we close our eyes, hopin' we forgot to die

Shit, it must have slipped my mind, why?

Well, I haven't seen a genuine smile in a while

Mostly everybody stuck in denial

[Verse 3: Delusional Thomas & Mac Miller]

So I'm comin' out a cryogenic tube just to taste the air

You ain't aware, outer space is there

I'm talkin' about Natalie the cattle eater with nasty features

Rappin' with a flaccid wiener

Shit, that's only half a Peter

Takin' out the dogs, murder half of PETA

No, no hummus with that, right?

[Verse 4: Delusional Thomas]

Yeah, look

Havin' conversations with myself, gettin' into arguments

When I'm out in London, I be posted at the Parliament

Coke in the Parliaments, chillin' by some monuments

Ominous when I fill your body with godly hollow tips

To leave you holy, prepare for the apocalypse

Sixty thousand on a Rollie, cookies with the chocolate chips

Rappin' hippopotamus, motherfuck a zookeeper

I don't do features, I snort glue and chew aether

Hand full of sleepin' pills, it's only me I kill

If Jack wouldn't sleep with Jill, she'd spill on my penis drill

[Verse 5: Mac Miller, Delusional Thomas, Mac Miller & Delusional Thomas]

Mr. Jesus, can you save my life?

Yeah, yeah

Lookin' at a man's casket

Turn him into ham salad

How I'm feelin'? Fantastic

The finish line, I ran past it

Bitches love me 'cause I got a tan phallus

Get your house sandblasted

Your damn ass kicked

Damn, Gladys

Another fan's ballad is transact

And I demand gadgets at the sand palace

Far away, I Amtrak it

My safe is great, a saint couldn't, can't crack it

Came through swaggin' in a all-tan wagon

With the land of the dragons, I just stand for the balance

I'm just tryna play with my band on Fallon

(Rallin') I don't got no talent

[Outro: Josh Berg]

He's not dead, he's just delicious