Transformations Lyrics – Mac Miller

Read the complete Transformations Lyrics by Mac Miller along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Mac Miller's music, you can also explore DJ’s Chord Organ and Do You Have a Destination?, two other songs by Mac Miller.

[Intro: Delusional Thomas]
Everything ready?
This is gonna be fu*king crazy, bro
This one's gonna be great, bro
(??)
And these features for the hip-hop world, like so we gotta take this one seriously, bro
It's really just (??)
He told me he wanted, he needed to do a feature
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 a student of 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
I don't know how (??), I'm about to go in
Thank you, bro
Yeah, um, alright
Okay, check, alright

[Verse 1: Delusional Thomas]
Psychopathic thinker, hyperactive drinker
Blew my s*it up with a thumb up, like Henry Winkler
My b!tch is like a king cover, put it in her sphincter
B!tch like a bad fart, all she do is linger

[Interlude: Delusional Thomas & Mac Miller]
What? Um, let me, let me try that again
Okay, like I was saying, alright, said, um

[Verse 2: Delusional Thomas]
I'm a psychopathic thinker, hyperactive drinker
I blew my s*it up with a thumb up, like Henry Winkler
My b!tch is like a king cover, put it in her sphincter
Your b!tch like a bad fart, all she do is linger
S*it, I should have been a singer
I should have been Curt Schilling, woulda had a sinker
Ahead of y'all chilling, you looking at my blinkers
Rappers is bumblebees, pulling out your stingers
Yeah, I'm getting high, smoking 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 b!tches, 'cause b!tches are some thespians
Save the drama for your motherfu*king mama
Oh Jesus, who's the rapper with the gold pen!s?
Put away your money, scrub, I ain't doing no features
This ain't a motherfu*king drill, b!tch, I'm young Jehova
In the backyard with pads on, running Oklahoma's
Get low