Lyrics

Verse 1 (Adoo)

You either on the bus or not.
We blooming out a broken pot.
Pitch a tent where the fire hot.
Day break we gonna leave the dock.
I’m in the lot, rolling up with strangers.
We probably look a little stranger.
Them Kampers come in all flavors.
No danger, love is our savior.
Feel like captain Neal behind the wheel.
Peel the Lemon back and squeeze until.
That punch bowl over flowing.
Cups glowing, fuck where we going.
Where we at, where they say we can’t.
Get to trucking ain’t no turning back.
This is Jerry plugging in the amp.
Watch the Kamp through the lava lamp.
I’ll Share my glass if you need a sip.
I’ll pass my joint if you need a hit.
Yeah Its going to be a strange trip,
but that energy electric.

Chorus (Adoo)

So lit it feels like Monterey.
Eyes glazed, sipping something strange.
There’s electric in that lemonade.
There’s electric in that lemonade.

So lit it feeling like Monterey.
100 strains, glowing in the shade.
There’s electric in that lemonade.
There’s electric in that lemonade.

Lemonade, Lemonade, Lemonade
There’s electric.

Verse 2 (Oskee)

Don’t get it twisted,
Im still collecting these roaches.
Fresh from the road, space the coldest.
My mind still in orbit.
Speak from my third eye, change on notice.
Lemonade has and electric pulse.
One sip, have your signals crossed.
Jimi but on DMT,
(Yeah)
Headband LSD.
Groovy, trippy, psychedelic.
Fuck a wave, I’m on my Hendrix.
My chicky trippy just like Janice.
Everything I do shifts the balance.
Summer breeze, lemon seeds.
Feel the splash, when i squeeze.
Plam trees, moon rocks.
I turn to Santana at Woodstock.
Told me, I would never get this far.
With my feet up on the lemonade stand.
Set fire to the guitar.
See the flames dance through my Ray Bans.
Told me, I would never get this far.
With my feet up on the lemonade stand.
Set fire to the guitar.
See the flames dance, through my Ray Bans.

Chorus (Adoo)

So lit it feels like Monterey.
Eyes glazed, sipping something strange.
There’s electric in that lemonade.
There’s electric in that lemonade.

So lit it feeling like Monterey.
100 strains, glowing in the shade.
There’s electric in that lemonade.
There’s electric in that lemonade.

Verse 3 (Split Divo)

Came in the game carving out my lane.
Look alive.
Sparking something strange, got a hundred strains on my mind.
Step out on a stage, flip the vibe, feel like Jimmy Paige.
Catch a charge, hundred thousand volts in my lemonade.
And I must’ve smoked a thousand blunts.
Ate a thousand caps and traveled space for a thousand months.
I came back different, I was rowdy once.
Now the vision’s clear, you want sweet go and try the punch.
Kampers in the lot, that’s shakedown
Pitch a tent and grow a fucking crop where I break down.
The universe makes no mistakes,
nobody sees the plan until it’s time to break ground.
Come... See the maps in the megaliths.
The traps in our genesis, the past in our present shit.
The vine and the pineal.
Cosmos, recreated as the divine in you.
As above, then so below
The power of the source is the power that the source bestows
The math is gold, the word is magic.
Use it to create paradise or reek havoc.

Chorus (Adoo)

So lit it feels like Monterey.
Eyes glazed, sipping something strange.
There’s electric in that lemonade.
There’s electric in that lemonade.

So lit it feeling like Monterey.
100 strains, glowing in the shade.
There’s electric in that lemonade.
There’s electric in that lemonade

There’s electric
There’s electric
There’s electric
in that lemonade.
Lemonade, lemonade.
There’s electric,
There’s electric
There’s electric
in that lemonade.
It’s electric.