Mac Miller - Grandpa Used To Carry A Flask lyrics

[Verse 1: Delusional Thomas] (Yeah, yeah) What happens when I'm suicidal, vibrations up 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 around 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 sh** is turning into nothing but a hobby Cuase' the p**y has already been f**ed or in the lobby waiting Dominating the matrix kick it with God and Satan Isolation through my veins, Into these constellations Drug users, they won't let us join the club So now it's spanish b**h ma**age, give my joints a rub What's the purpose of everything, Who the f** cares? We run scared, cause nothing fair and we don't become aware sponsored links 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 f**ed up, so we'd rather get f**ed up (My grandpa used to carry a flask) [Verse 2: Mac Miller] As I'm pacing back and forth, waiting till they pa** the torch Life a b**h, about forty and 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 And coffins talking to Steven Hawking, even we see it often So we close our eyes, hoping we forgot to die sh** it must have slipped my mind, why 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... I'm talking about Natalie the cattle eater With nasty features Rapping with a flaccid wiener (sh**), that's only half a Peter Taking out the dogs, murder half a PITA (No, no humus with that) Yeah, look, 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 feel 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, mother f** a zookeeper I don't do features, I snort glue and shoot ether Hand full of sleeping pills, It's only me I k** I'm Jack, wanna sleep with Jill, she'd spill on my penis drill [Verse 4: 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] b**hes love me because I got a tan phallus (get your house sandblasted) Your damn a** kicked (damn, Gladys) Another fans ballad (And I demand gadgets at the sand palace) For away I Amtrak it (My safe is great, a saint 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 trying to play with my band on Fallon, I don't got no talent [Outro:] He's not dead, he's just delicious