Grandpa Used to Carry a Flask Delusional Thomas (Ft. Mac Miller)
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[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
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
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