[Intro: Delusional Thomas]

Hallelujah, thank God I have a future

Prayin' I don't waste it gettin' faded

'Cause I'm smokin' **** until I'm coughin' up tar

Feel the surge, energy curve like a lumbar

I don't act hard, I still read Babar

Trippin' out, lookin' at a bunch of Google map stars

Shit, they got a app for that

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]

But me, I'm still trapped inside my head

It kinda feel like it's a purgatory

So polite and white, but I got family who would murder for me

Think I'm livin' paradise, so what I have to worry 'bout?

Dealin' with these demons, feel the pressure, find the perfect style (Perfect style)

Makin' sure my mom and dad are still somewhat in love

All these backfires of my experiments with drugs

And I experience a touch of my epiphany in color form

Difference between love and war inform me, I'm above the norm (Above the norm)

Give me anybody though, I'll gladly chew his face off, them bath salts

Rhymin' like it's summertime on asphalt, hot

Haven't picked a major label, think I'm blackballed

I still don't got the heart to pick my phone up when my dad calls

Will he recognize his son when he hears my voice?

I put this music 'gainst my life, I think I fear the choice

And I don't know what I'm runnin' from, but I'm runnin' still

I conversate with acquaintances, but it's nothin' real

I'm from a city that you hear and think a bunch of steel

So a hundred mills wouldn't make me sign a fuckin' deal (Fuckin' deal)

Money kills, that's the truth, it's called the root of evil

But I want that Rolls-Royce that the homie Lennon drove

So, if you don't talk about some money, I'ma send you home

Unconventional, special but unprofessional

Adolescent expression that's lettin' me meet these centerfolds

As troubles fill my mind capacity, I let 'em go (Let 'em go)

If I was Johnny Depp in Blow, I would let it snow (Would let it slow)

That's just me all wildin' out and bein' extra though (Extra though)

Yeah

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]

And if God was a human, it'd be yours truly

Watchin' horror movies with some foreign groupies

Thinkin' this decor suits me (This decor suits me)

I do drugs, get more loopy

I'm in tune to ancient jiu-jitsu spirituals, it's blissful (It's blissful)

Lookin' out as far as eyes can see

I'm glad that me and this elevation could finally meet (Could finally meet)

I think I'm JFK's final speech

They try assassinatin' all of my beliefs

(But I'm asleep) So whisper to me for the peace of mind

And he be high, some weed to grind on top a Jesus shrine (Shrine)

Twenty thousand on my watch 'cause I needed time

If y'all would leave me the fuck alone, that'd be divine (Be divine)

Yeah, can't decide if you like all the fame

Three years ago to now, it's just not the same (Not the same)

I'm lookin' out my window, ashin' on the pane (Ashin' on the pane)

Shit, wonder if I lost my way (Lost my way)

[Verse 3: Delusional Thomas]

Yeah, don't you ever wanna hide away? (Hide away)

Poseidon triumph in the eyes of rain

Won't give a fuck about tomorrow if I die today (Die today)

I'll greet the devil with a smilin' face (Smilin' face)

Shit, that God fellow may reside in space

As, times are wastin', I'm freebasin' with Freemasons

My girl's switchin' the locks, the keys keep changin' (Keep changin')

Dreamin' of places, my own personal creations

If there's a party in Heaven I plan to leave wasted (Leave wasted)

Retracin' my steps way back to Biblical times

We-we all gon' end up meetin' at the finishin' line

[Outro: Mac Miller]

And these words that I command you today shall be in your heart

And you shall teach them diligently to your children

And you shall speak of them when you sit at home

And when you walk along the way, and when you lie down

And when you rise up, I am the lord, your god