Yoro - Holy Smokes! Lyrics

Trippy tippy toe, stumble out that door, trippy tippy hoe

Smoke store, second floor, gas station
Blue bench with the green stench
Endorphins like dolphins, cut they bullshit
Party trick, with the quick wit, slick speak, speech king, call it speaking

Of course dear, ocd thrills
Bend, scream and stand still
Eyebags all baggy, with chest all heavy
Nose all runny, still dashing
Wait a mini min-ute
Anxietities size double dee, 34 peeping
What you tryna see?
You can find me sleepy
Slide thru the corridor, you can find me peeping yea

Trippy tippy toe, stumble out that door, i don't got hoes
Got couple on my mind, i'm getting old
I don't get life, i don't get you
I'm some background noise, baby born mono, but we play in stereo

Committed to the pasture, brother call the pastor
Gray aftertaste of em ashes, ketchum catching feelings
Kaz come kill her, rosy pretty little demon
Bottled in, full of cap
Mentally constipated, backseat sorta packed, brother with la backonator
Faded parading, shaking I'm breathless
Too single, two singles
Too faded, gameboy bitch playa

Pretty kisses and drinks, solo cup clinks
Afterparties, her cool speak
Lost my cool to my cold drink, spitting when i speak

Smoke store, second floor, gas station
Blue bench with the green stench
Endorphins like dolphins, cut they bullshit
Party trick, with the quick wit, slick speak, speech king, call it speaking

I'm yours
I'm yours
I'm yours, I'm yours