Sabado lyrics

[Chorus: Louis Metric]
Damn dude, I feel phenomenal
Every day b*tch, Sunday to Sábado
My whole life I've been pushin' on the envelope
I like to do the impossible
Damn dude, I feel phenomenal
Every day b*tch, Sunday to Sábado
My whole life I've been pushin' on the envelope
I like to do the impossible

[Verse 1: Louis Metric]
Damn, homie
I'd be goin' dumb off the xans, homie
Except I won too many math trophies
My b*tch fit, she bouncin' on my di*k like a trampoline
She stay f*ckin' up a salad like an anchovy (Ooh!)
Once I get thesе bands on me, I'ma f*ckin' buy her so much ice
Shе'll be runnin' from the Zamboni
Have her rollin' in the all-white Land Rovey
Holy moly, lookin' like a young Angelina Jolie
No bologna, you don't know how bad that I want it
How many meals at McDonald's? How many packets of ramen?
How many laps in this water full of f*ckin' piranhas?
How many women finna wish that they had sampled the product?
But it's too late, ain't lookin' back for nada
I'm goin' full steam like I sat in a sauna
I'm 'bout to hop in this rocket with my fatass pockets and buy my b*tch a f*ckin' planet if she want it, uhh
[Chorus: Louis Metric]
Damn dude, I feel phenomenal
Every day b*tch, Sunday to Sábado
My whole life I've been pushin' on the envelope
I like to do the impossible
Damn dude, I feel phenomenal
Every day b*tch, Sunday to Sábado
My whole life I've been pushin' on the envelope
I like to do the impossible

[Verse 2: Abstract]
Globe trottin' since I turned twenty-two
Bird sung his way out the cage straight through the roof
Got stacks from the notes that I spilled on the page
Got a compound out in Nashville on the way
Need the whole team paid; need my chains in a safe
Need a boat for the waves when I cop a whole lake
'Cause the drip need a runoff when the fit's this hard
No one thought we'd ever make it out a town like ours
Shoulda known I was a bargain back then
Now the ink straight ice from a gold pen (Cold pen)
Lost a couple stacks to my exes
Could have been a couple milli' if we lasted
Tryna take advantage but you half-assed it
Who is this about? It depends who's askin'
Cut 'em all off like a parasite though
No parachute on 'em, hope they perish real slow
[Chorus: Louis Metric]
Damn dude, I feel phenomenal
Every day b*tch, Sunday to Sábado
My whole life I've been pushin' on the envelope
I like to do the impossible
Damn dude, I feel phenomenal
Every day b*tch, Sunday to Sábado
My whole life I've been pushin' on the envelope
I like to do the impossible