Grandpa Used to Carry a Flask Lyrics

[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
[Outro: G-Reg]
He's not dead, he's just delicious...

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The title of this track refers to Mac’s grandfather’s vice of carrying a flask in order to fight his demons.

Here it seems that Mac unveils his own vices and sadistic thoughts through the guise of Delusional Thomas.

As a result of their contradicting conversations throughout the song, Mac and DT slowly begin merging into one person.

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Release Date
October 31, 2013
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