Delusional Thomas, Mac Miller - Grandpa Used to Carry a Flask lyrics
[Delusional Thomas, Mac Miller - Grandpa Used to Carry a Flask lyrics]
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 pussies I already been fucked
Are 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
What? What? My grandpa used to carry a flask
What? What?
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?
Well, I haven't seen a genuine
Smile in a while
Mostly everybody stuck in denial
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
No, no hummus with that yeah
Ugh
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 shoot ether
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
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
He's not dead, he's just delicious
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 pussies I already been fucked
Are 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
What? What? My grandpa used to carry a flask
What? What?
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?
Well, I haven't seen a genuine
Smile in a while
Mostly everybody stuck in denial
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
No, no hummus with that yeah
Ugh
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 shoot ether
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
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
He's not dead, he's just delicious