Waffles ft. Shane Doe Lyrics

It don't matter don't matter don't matter don't matter

It's cold as shit in here

Yeah, it's cold as shit in here

I should drink another beer

I should get to spittin clear

I should put this shit in gear

Look uh

I just wanna put it in reverse and just

Look uh

Take the doobie hit it till it burns

What the fuck am I gon' talk about on this track

I don't even know how to rap

Don't know how to relax

I don't even know how to act

Don't know how to be glad

I don't even got any matches

Don't have any grass

Hmm

Bartender bartender bartender please

Give me everything you see

I just want the A-Z

Take a Cinna-bomb

It don't take a lot to please

Sick of all these Timothies

I just need to make believe

I just need a love in the club when the lights on, I don't want to run for the pylon

I just need to breathe in the land of the cheats and the scams and the leach and the pythons

I just need a pat up on the back, got a habit to attack and a beat I can recline on

I just need a motherfuckin' fight song, bitch

Hello I'm a motherfuckin artist

If you talk to me bout content I'm like

Lalalalalalalalala

I just put the seed under the garden

then I sprinkle little water

Quit the bitchin' we gon' get the dippin' dots

Honestly a lot of it monotonous

Somewhere along the line I forgot about it

I gotta get it off

I think it's about the time we detonate

And celebrate and this and that and falalalalalalalala

I just wanna ride with the motherfuckin top down

Lookin at garage sales

We can get the price down

Crack another lobs tail

Listening to my sounds

Looking at the sky

Mmm mmm

I would really like to know what you wrap your thoughts 'round

Where'd you get them eyebrows

Who's that dude you brought 'round

Yeah this isn't my town

Listening to bright sounds

All while getting high

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Throw the ball

Throw the ball

Throw the ball

Throw the ball

Joan of ark

Jagerbombs

Say it with your chest oh yeah

Show the ass

Show the ass

Shoulder pads

Shoulder pads

I was wearing mofuckin shoulder pads

But I'm a quarterback

Wtf you know bout that

I just need a love in the club when the lights on, I don't want to run for the pylon

I just need to breathe in the land of the cheats and the scams and the leach and the pythons

I just need a pat up on the back got a habit to attack and a beat I can recline on

I just need a motherfuckin' fight song, bitch

I don't normally say bitch but, seemed fitting here