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[Intro: Mac Miller] Just kidding Everything ready, man? Features, man This is gonna be fuckin' crazy, bro This one's gonna be great, bro We're gonna go off crazy, bro This feature's for the hip-hop world, like, so we gotta take this one seriously, bro It's really just Alarm Clock's Alright, he told me he wanted, he need to do a feature on the low, so I gotta do it right And when you're dealin' with DJ Clockwork You're dealin' with someone that, A. knows his hip-hop He knows his hip-hop, he, you know, he's a student of the game And, and, and he treats his bars like a, you know, he really does that shit Um I'm straight Here, at least have a, a beverage Oh, there's a beer up there, there's a beer in the fridge, there's a, uh Grab the Tecate and then the Pacifico 'Cause one's a bottle, and one's a can I don't know how, how much I'm tryna go in Thank you, bro [Interlude: Delusional Thomas] Yeah, um, alright Okay, so [Verse: Delusional Thomas] 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 Your bitch like a bad fart, all she do is linger [Interlude: Delusional Thomas & Mac Miller] What? Um, let me, let me try, let me try that again Okay, like I was sayin' Alright, said, um [Verse: 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 just some bumblebees, pullin' out your stingers Yeah, I'm gettin' high, smokin' weed again And lean for the lows, **** for the medium Couple of my homies were on CNN I changed the channel once they went into commercial 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 This ain't a motherfuckin' drill, bitch, I'm young Jehovah In the backyard with pads on, runnin' Oklahomas Get low