Transformations

[Intro: Mac Miller]

Just kidding

Everything ready, man? Features, man

This is gonna be fuckin' crazy, bro

This one's gonna be great, bro

We're gonna go off crazy, bro

This feature's for the hip-hop world, like, so we gotta take this one seriously, bro

It's really just Alarm Clock's

Alright, he told me he wanted, he need to do a feature on the low, so I gotta do it right

And when you're dealin' with DJ Clockwork

You're dealin' with someone that, A. knows his hip-hop

He knows his hip-hop, he, you know, he's a student of the game

And, and, and he treats his bars like a, you know, he really does that shit

Um

I'm straight

Here, at least have a, a beverage

Oh, there's a beer up there, there's a beer in the fridge, there's a, uh

Grab the Tecate and then the Pacifico

'Cause one's a bottle, and one's a can

I don't know how, how much I'm tryna go in

Thank you, bro

[Interlude: Delusional Thomas]

Yeah, um, alright

Okay, so

[Verse: Delusional Thomas]

Alright, psychopathic thinker, hyperactive drinker

Blew my shit up with a thumb up like Henry Winkler

My bitch is like a King cover, put it in her sphincter

Your bitch like a bad fart, all she do is linger

[Interlude: Delusional Thomas & Mac Miller]

What? Um, let me, let me try, let me try that again

Okay, like I was sayin'

Alright, said, um

[Verse: Delusional Thomas]

I'm a psychopathic thinker, hyperactive drinker

I blew my shit up with a thumb up like Henry Winkler

My bitch is like a King cover, put it in her sphincter

Your bitch like a bad fart, all she do is linger

Shit, I should have been a singer

I should have been Curt Schilling, woulda had a sinker

Ahead of y'all chillin', you lookin' at my blinkers

Rappers just some bumblebees, pullin' out your stingers

Yeah, I'm gettin' high, smokin' weed again

And lean for the lows, **** for the medium

Couple of my homies were on CNN

I changed the channel once they went into commercial

Yeah, delusional Waldo Emerson

Just like you, I love football and lesbians

Never deal with bitches, 'cause bitches are some thespians

Save the drama for your motherfuckin' mama

"Oh Jesus, who's the rapper with the gold penis?"

Put away your money, scrub, I ain't doin' no features

This ain't a motherfuckin' drill, bitch, I'm young Jehovah

In the backyard with pads on, runnin' Oklahomas

Get low