Mac Miller, Delusional Thomas - Transformations lyrics
[Mac Miller, Delusional Thomas - Transformations lyrics]
And when you're dealing with DJ Clockwork
You're dealing with someone that
A knows his Hip-Hop
He knows his Hip-Hop, he, you know
He's just tuned in the game
And he treats his bars like a
There's a beer up there
There's a beer in the fridge
Grab the Tecate and the Pacifico
One's a bottle, one's a can
Thank you, bro yeah, um, alright
Okay, check, alright
Psychopathic thinker, hyperactive drinker
Blew my shit up with a thumb up
Like Henry Winkler
My bitch is like a king cover
Put it in her sphincter
Bitch like a bad fart, all she do is linger
What? Um, let me, let me try that again
Okay, like I was sayin', alright, said, um
I'm a psychopathic thinker
Hyperactive drinker
I blew my shit up with a thumb up
Like Henry Winkler
My bitch is like a king cover
Put it in her sphincter
Your bitch like a bad fart
All she do is linger
Shit, I should have been a singer
I should have been Curt Schilling
Woulda had a sinker ahead of y'all chillin'
You lookin' at my blinkers
Rappers is bumblebees
Pullin' out your stingers
Yeah, I'm gettin' high, smokin' weed again
Couple of my homies were on CNN
I changed the channel once
They went into commercials
Yeah, delusional Waldo Emerson
Just like you, I love football and lesbians
Never deal with bitches
'cause bitches are some thespians
Save the drama for your motherfuckin' mama
Oh Jesus
Who's the rapper with the gold penis?
Put away your money, scrub
I ain't doin' no features
Say the motherfuckin' drill, bitch
I'm young Jehova
In the backyard with pads on
Runnin' Oklahoma's get low
You're dealing with someone that
A knows his Hip-Hop
He knows his Hip-Hop, he, you know
He's just tuned in the game
And he treats his bars like a
There's a beer up there
There's a beer in the fridge
Grab the Tecate and the Pacifico
One's a bottle, one's a can
Thank you, bro yeah, um, alright
Okay, check, alright
Psychopathic thinker, hyperactive drinker
Blew my shit up with a thumb up
Like Henry Winkler
My bitch is like a king cover
Put it in her sphincter
Bitch like a bad fart, all she do is linger
What? Um, let me, let me try that again
Okay, like I was sayin', alright, said, um
I'm a psychopathic thinker
Hyperactive drinker
I blew my shit up with a thumb up
Like Henry Winkler
My bitch is like a king cover
Put it in her sphincter
Your bitch like a bad fart
All she do is linger
Shit, I should have been a singer
I should have been Curt Schilling
Woulda had a sinker ahead of y'all chillin'
You lookin' at my blinkers
Rappers is bumblebees
Pullin' out your stingers
Yeah, I'm gettin' high, smokin' weed again
Couple of my homies were on CNN
I changed the channel once
They went into commercials
Yeah, delusional Waldo Emerson
Just like you, I love football and lesbians
Never deal with bitches
'cause bitches are some thespians
Save the drama for your motherfuckin' mama
Oh Jesus
Who's the rapper with the gold penis?
Put away your money, scrub
I ain't doin' no features
Say the motherfuckin' drill, bitch
I'm young Jehova
In the backyard with pads on
Runnin' Oklahoma's get low