Bill Delusional Thomas (Ft. Bill Waves & Earl Sweatshirt)

[Intro: Delusional Thomas]
Yeah, yeah
Yo-yo-yo-yo
Um, yeah

[Verse 1: Delusional Thomas]
And he's still so delusional, stoopin' low as burials at funerals
Fuck the fame, drop a album, dip with the recoupables
My hoodie up, hide my face 'cause I ain't good enough
My bitch stay my bitch, so don't look, she keep that pussy tucked
Now things are lookin' up, recommend the mescaline
Digestin' your intestines with intentions of ascension up
Heavens no, my head is hot 'cause Hell is cold
The bitch I'm smashin' in to fashion
But I know the Devil wear a leopard coat
Back when Johnny Carson was dickin' down Dolly Parton
Beg your pardon, this my third life, I'm parkin' on the turnpikes
Searchin' for the circus lights
These demons never worked for Christ
Ain't fuckin' with no churches, we was all about that murder life
Samurai, merk you like you sure I'm nice
Syrup turn to purple Sprite, confirm the shit that we already know
Sick of politickin', as they talkin', tryin' not to listen

[Chorus: Earl Sweatshirt]
I'm a real young goon, real young goon
Real young goon, real young goon
I'm a real young goon, real young goon
Real young goon, I'm a real young goon