[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?

[Interlude: Mac Miller]
Well, I haven't seen a genuine smile in a while
Mostly everybody stuck in denial

[Verse 3: Delusional Thomas]
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
[Interlude: Mac Miller & Delusional Thomas]
No, no hummus with that
Yeah
Ugh

[Verse 4: Delusional Thomas]
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, mothafuck 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 fans 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