Yoshi by Huffy Lyrics
[Intro]
Ello, aye
Huffleberry Fin born again
Uh
[Verse 1]
Smoking on that tropical Yoshi
They say my mind so potent I just feel I'm floating
I'm open, cerebellum free like it doesn't cost
They try to test me like the fucking cops, (fuck em)
Fuck a cop I never cared about a piggly wiggly
Ripping sticky outer-space, riding thru the innercity
Down to the nitty gritty blowing green I'm still lucrative
Got hella' love to give like Cupid did, (Oop)
I only fuckin' kid around with that stupid shit, (Oop)
Bout to blow the lid and the whole roof off it, (Oop)
We taking blue top shit, exclusively indigo auras, (Oop)
Used to just be into the floras but now I just orbit, (scorch 'em)
I'm soaring, Norbit it couldn't be as swollen as my brain
I'm pouring all the Lucy hoping it boosts me fore I go insane
I never been in lanes or been the same just flowing veins
I'm breaching the domain and layin' in the astral plane
I'm slaying what the pastors say, man pass the strain
And blast butane, psychedelics make my eyes drip like acid rain
Surpass the lames I levitate, elevate like cranes
A shame I flew past ya brain and you ain't even know my name, (Dang)
[Bridge]
I rip the rig with homies
I'm eating pesto rigatoni
I Don't fuck with no bologna
My chakras glowing like I'm holy
They try to say they know me
They don't fucking know me
Just know I'm blowing on the Yoshi
They say I'm just stoned nah that's the old me, (old me)
I'm just baked that's the old me, (old me)
They saying they my homie but they don't really even know me
My third eye glowing like I'm holy
Damn I'm balling like I'm Kobe
I don't fuck with no bologna
I'm just blowing on the Yoshi
I don't fuck with no bologna
I don't fuck with no bologna
I don't fuck with no bologna
I just, rip the rig with homies pesto rigatoni
I don't fuck with no bologna
I'm just blowing on the Yoshi
[Verse 2]
Organic pasta and alota dro, (lotta dro)
Because of the effect I'm not eatin' dominoes, (nope)
My knowledge grows anti-violent but I plot on foes
The holy one my statistics looking probable, (probable)
I reason peace through my deep beliefs
Chiefin' kief, I swear indeed I wear my spirit like a Jesus piece
I let go of the past cause I seek relief
Leading the youth to spirituality like I be a sheik, (deep)
Ello, aye
Huffleberry Fin born again
Uh
[Verse 1]
Smoking on that tropical Yoshi
They say my mind so potent I just feel I'm floating
I'm open, cerebellum free like it doesn't cost
They try to test me like the fucking cops, (fuck em)
Fuck a cop I never cared about a piggly wiggly
Ripping sticky outer-space, riding thru the innercity
Down to the nitty gritty blowing green I'm still lucrative
Got hella' love to give like Cupid did, (Oop)
I only fuckin' kid around with that stupid shit, (Oop)
Bout to blow the lid and the whole roof off it, (Oop)
We taking blue top shit, exclusively indigo auras, (Oop)
Used to just be into the floras but now I just orbit, (scorch 'em)
I'm soaring, Norbit it couldn't be as swollen as my brain
I'm pouring all the Lucy hoping it boosts me fore I go insane
I never been in lanes or been the same just flowing veins
I'm breaching the domain and layin' in the astral plane
I'm slaying what the pastors say, man pass the strain
And blast butane, psychedelics make my eyes drip like acid rain
Surpass the lames I levitate, elevate like cranes
A shame I flew past ya brain and you ain't even know my name, (Dang)
[Bridge]
I rip the rig with homies
I'm eating pesto rigatoni
I Don't fuck with no bologna
My chakras glowing like I'm holy
They try to say they know me
They don't fucking know me
Just know I'm blowing on the Yoshi
They say I'm just stoned nah that's the old me, (old me)
I'm just baked that's the old me, (old me)
They saying they my homie but they don't really even know me
My third eye glowing like I'm holy
Damn I'm balling like I'm Kobe
I don't fuck with no bologna
I'm just blowing on the Yoshi
I don't fuck with no bologna
I don't fuck with no bologna
I don't fuck with no bologna
I just, rip the rig with homies pesto rigatoni
I don't fuck with no bologna
I'm just blowing on the Yoshi
[Verse 2]
Organic pasta and alota dro, (lotta dro)
Because of the effect I'm not eatin' dominoes, (nope)
My knowledge grows anti-violent but I plot on foes
The holy one my statistics looking probable, (probable)
I reason peace through my deep beliefs
Chiefin' kief, I swear indeed I wear my spirit like a Jesus piece
I let go of the past cause I seek relief
Leading the youth to spirituality like I be a sheik, (deep)