Grandpa Used To Carry A Flask

[Verse 1: Delusional Thomas] What happens when I'm suicidal, vibrations all through my spinal From the hits to 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 nothing but a hobby Cause the pussy has already been fucked or in the lobby waiting Dominating 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 nothing 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 But no kids and no responsibilities I'm writing soliloquies, and transcend visually The intelligent idiots who never be serious Cause the world around is fucked up, so we'd rather get fucked up [Interlude] My grandpa used to carry a flask [Verse 2: Mac Miller] As I'm pacing back and forth, waiting 'til they pass the torch Life a bitch, about forty in a sad divorce Voice is hoarse, getting harder to speak Remarkable themes, talk mark to the beast I saw them caught on the leash, we walk in common asleep In coffins, talking to Stephen Hawking, even we see it often So we close our eyes, hoping we forgot to die Shit it must have slipped my mind, why [Interlude] Well, I haven't seen a genuine smile in awhile Mostly everybody stuck in denial [Verse 3: Delusional Thomas] So I'm coming out of cryogenics just to taste the air You ain't aware, outer space with there I'm talking about Natalie the cattle eater with nasty features Rapping with a flaccid wiener, shit That's only half a Peter Taking out the dogs, murder half a PITA [Interlude] No, no humus with that [Verse 4: Delusional Thomas] Having conversations with myself, getting into arguments When I'm out in London, I be posted at the Parliament Coke in the Parliaments, chilling by some monuments Ominous when I fill your body with godly hollow tips Leave you holy, prepare for the apocalypse Sixty thousand on a rollie, cookies with the chocolate chips Rapping hippopotamus, mothafuck a zookeeper I don't do features, I snort glue and chew ether Hand full of sleeping pills, it's only me I kill I'm Jack, wanna sleep with Jill, she'd spill on my penis drill [Verse 5: Mac Miller] Mr. Jesus can you save my life (Yeah, yeah) Looking at a mans casket (Turn him into ham salad) How I'm feeling 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 fans ballad is transact (And I demand gadgets at the sand palace) For away I Amtrak it (My safe is great, a saint) Couldn't (Can't crack it) Came through swagging 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: G-Reg] He's not dead, he's just delicious