WAFFLES
I'm munching those waffles
Locked, loaded, no models
Fueled up, full of fossils
Never learned to be not awful
Starting to think you're all full
Of shit
That's right, I said it
Time to spit the truth
Tired of life fucking up all of my youth
Exhausted of things going anywhere but smooth
I mean fuck me if my luck is actually mine to choose! Right?
Nah, I'm done. Till now I had no bite
Till now I fought no fight
Till now I saw no sight
Till now I flew no flight
Still waiting for the light
I miss feeling delight
I miss being alright
Done being played like a kite
Held by a string of kryptonite
Crash the game, I just might
Fuck the system, yeah right
Make my own damn excite
Not a scam, don't ghostwrite
Got no plan, only outright
Shake your hand, still stay polite
Save this shit for end, please
End the line before the bend, jeez
Bend so it doesn't extend with ease
Extend the extent of the syrup or I'll release
The uncomfort of displease, please
Please
Please
Waffles
Give me waffles
I want them right now, oh it would be so grand
Waffles
I want waffles
Please just place them right in to my hand
To be honest, waffles aren't even at my top
Bacon, grilled cheese, or cereal, they don't flop
But this is about waffles, so can I really stop?
A man's gotta get to the very tippy top
"But Eelis, aren't you already there?
Hundreds of subscribers, don't you care?
Hundreds of fans, weren't earnings fair?
Hundreds of supporters, isn't that rare?"
Fans? Earnings? Supporters? Who are you?
Fans of Rick and Morty, and I haven't earned shit
All they want is Rick burping and Morty saying poo
Supporters of the algorithm, yes I admit it
But I'm stronger, I'm smarter, and I'm better so shoo
Mans bussin' no cap finna run or I'll dip
No strings on these tings, you know it be true
No thongs on these tongs, ok maybe just a bit
This crap isn't worth it, can't even break through
Maybe this waffle banger could be my base hit
Most successful song so far's 'bout going fucking loo
So compared to that, I'd call this pretty damn lit
Waffles
Give me waffles
I want them right now, oh it would be so grand
Waffles
I want waffles
Please just place them right in to my hand
Locked, loaded, no models
Fueled up, full of fossils
Never learned to be not awful
Starting to think you're all full
Of shit
That's right, I said it
Time to spit the truth
Tired of life fucking up all of my youth
Exhausted of things going anywhere but smooth
I mean fuck me if my luck is actually mine to choose! Right?
Nah, I'm done. Till now I had no bite
Till now I fought no fight
Till now I saw no sight
Till now I flew no flight
Still waiting for the light
I miss feeling delight
I miss being alright
Done being played like a kite
Held by a string of kryptonite
Crash the game, I just might
Fuck the system, yeah right
Make my own damn excite
Not a scam, don't ghostwrite
Got no plan, only outright
Shake your hand, still stay polite
Save this shit for end, please
End the line before the bend, jeez
Bend so it doesn't extend with ease
Extend the extent of the syrup or I'll release
The uncomfort of displease, please
Please
Please
Waffles
Give me waffles
I want them right now, oh it would be so grand
Waffles
I want waffles
Please just place them right in to my hand
To be honest, waffles aren't even at my top
Bacon, grilled cheese, or cereal, they don't flop
But this is about waffles, so can I really stop?
A man's gotta get to the very tippy top
"But Eelis, aren't you already there?
Hundreds of subscribers, don't you care?
Hundreds of fans, weren't earnings fair?
Hundreds of supporters, isn't that rare?"
Fans? Earnings? Supporters? Who are you?
Fans of Rick and Morty, and I haven't earned shit
All they want is Rick burping and Morty saying poo
Supporters of the algorithm, yes I admit it
But I'm stronger, I'm smarter, and I'm better so shoo
Mans bussin' no cap finna run or I'll dip
No strings on these tings, you know it be true
No thongs on these tongs, ok maybe just a bit
This crap isn't worth it, can't even break through
Maybe this waffle banger could be my base hit
Most successful song so far's 'bout going fucking loo
So compared to that, I'd call this pretty damn lit
Waffles
Give me waffles
I want them right now, oh it would be so grand
Waffles
I want waffles
Please just place them right in to my hand
Credits
Writer(s): Eelis Sealard
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