Transformations by Mac Miller Lyrics
[Intro]
[?]
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
[Verse 1: Delusional Thomas]
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
[Skit: Mac Miller & Delusional Thomas]
What? Um, let me, let me try that again
Okay, like I was sayin', alright, said, um
[Verse 2: Delusional Thomas]
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
[?]
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
[Verse 1: Delusional Thomas]
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
[Skit: Mac Miller & Delusional Thomas]
What? Um, let me, let me try that again
Okay, like I was sayin', alright, said, um
[Verse 2: Delusional Thomas]
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