Wffls: Good shit, that's some damn good shit

Yodi Mac:
Crumbling tea leaves into my morning drink
Humming a couple of sweet things, I heard from some neat
Poetry, noticing life ain't what it seems
Read between the things I never notice when I speak
I listen to the loudest of the whispers in the trees
Who are talking through the leafs that are sure to leave before spring comes
You believe in free-dumb, youngin that's a dream, um
Asking why might provide light to burn down the kingdom
Kings become lost, pions become boss, pions become kings
and no one thinks about god, we're lost
I put the flame to the godtree, I know she got me
Love how she lift me out my body
Prop me up near the moon, sun, and stars
With a car that flies, speakers knock the sober out your eyes
Lids lower than the sky below, the vine I smoke to let the vibes flow
Reach a space so heavenly through melodies it's hyrdo

Hook:
And paint a vulgar picture for me baby
Know how much I miss your darling ways
Sit back, relax, puff pass and unwind
Cause we tryna get high, we just tryna get high
And paint a vulgar picture for me baby
Know how much I miss your darling ways
Sit back, relax, puff pass and unwind
But I need it

Phraseology:
Now I'm staring out the window
Feeling like a leaf in a tree when the wind blows, but still though
I'm armed with a pencil, couple of tight instrumentals
To stimulate my mental
Got my feet up on the table
My mind is stable and able to be fatal in April
I'm playful, and I've got a plate full of rhymes that are tasteful
And I ain't wasteful, just a disgraceful angel, looking for a little appraisal
Got a blunt up in my hand and I can barely stand
I think the cannabis had a bit of a hand in this
She gave me a commanding kiss, it was so scandalous
Got a meeting in a few think I should cancel it
See I be chillin in cities where in the winter its chilly
Like my home boy Willy, you feel me? Nah I'm just being silly really,
But for me revealing what I'm feeling is healing
So put your hands towards the ceiling

Hook:
And paint a vulgar picture for me baby
Know how much I miss your darling ways
Sit back, relax, puff pass and unwind
Cause we tryna get high, we just tryna get high
And paint a vulgar picture for me baby
Know how much I miss your darling ways
Sit back, relax, puff pass and unwind
But I need it

Blake Anthony:
I'm dope, how are you?
Coming down, need a boost?
Badyosh got the sauce
Take a dab maybe two
I'm dope, how are you?
Coming down, need a boost?
Badyosh, Badyosh
Badyosh, Badyosh

Mecca rollin up the kill, call the coroner
High off pills, THC my thrills till I'm boring ya
Dab and chill, model fuck the feels, down to blow her what
She want me to blow her but, upgraded from holy slut
I just dabbed and hit her gut, Yodi Apapulco blunt,
Windows blow the hotbox, hit the doors and get the city skunked
Bouncing off a super koopa head, wearing blue an red,
Chewing on the shoots, feel I'm dead, power level lit,
Now I feel like I'm a giant, you can't stop me why you tryin
Don't pick up unless they customers who told me what they buyin
Mama need and I supply it, can't count on the baby daddies
Got a need for wet vagina, smell like fish I can't get at it
Now my cloud too high to deal with all this madness
The D I gave was magic, no carbon burn was tragic
So high from dabs and acid, feel just like Aladdin
Surfing planet to planet, no plan on ever landing

And paint a vulgar picture for me baby
Know how much I miss your darling ways
Sit back, relax, puff pass and unwind
Cause we tryna get high, we just tryna get high
And paint a vulgar picture for me baby
Know how much I miss your darling ways
Sit back, relax, puff pass and unwind
But I need it