Lyrics

Verse 1 (Adoo)

I ain’t reached my peak yet.
Just got my feet wet.
You looking for the kamp,
find the weed scent.
Weirdo, I’m a reject.
Fuck your respect.
I don’t do no shit that I regret.
In the deck, aIn’t no eject.
Kick a hole in the speaker, then we jet.
I want them commas on check.
Ganja on deck.
Low temp on pre-set.
Move like vets, we rookies of the year.
(Yeah)
Smell the cookies in the air.
(Yeah)
This the new Rick flair.
Walk up in here, everybody stare.
Look at that hair.
Blind by the jaw,
shine like a disco ball.
At last call, we pop bottles.
On my arm keep a stoney model.

Chorus (Adoo)

Chicken and waffles at 4 am.
Roll a doober, call the uber,
then we do it again.
Chicken and waffles at 4 am
Roll a doober, call the uber,
then we do it again.
Mañana.

Verse 2 (Oskee)

Day tripping,
color coordination vivid.
Every step I take, open dimensions.
Cloth dipped in, LSD, ayahuasca, DMT.
I blossomed, fly stoner believe me.
Fly over the cuckoo's nest in yeezys.
Wild boy true, fuck one bitch, need two.
Ohh seeing double, Waffle House, park the shuttle.
Spilled weed on my lap.
Brush that to the floor, grab more out the pack.
Surround in fumes.
One with the earth, sun and the moon.
Tip the waitress in shrooms,
watch her lick the syrup off of my spoon.

Chorus (Oskee)

Chicken and waffles at 4 am.
Twist a spliff, hit the Lyft,
then we do it again.
Chicken and waffles at 4 am.
Twist a spliff, hit the Lyft,
then we do it again.
Mañana.

Do it again mañana.
Do it again mañana.
Do a dab, call the cab, then we do it again.
Chicken and waffles at 4 am,
4 am, at 4 am.
Chicken and waffles at 4 am,
4 am, at 4 am