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louis metric - aloe vera lyrics

i used to work my -ss off for ten bucks an hour
til i woke up to smell the f-cking flowers, no wonder i was sour
sitting takin’ orders at the nordstrom counter
ent-tled hoe’s bring me down like a jenga tower
i’ve worked in retail, restaurants, all sorts of desk jobs
they all made me want to blow my mother f-ckin’ head off
employee of the month, i’ve never been one
not even an honorable mention, or close second
i guess it’s not on my list of intentions to be that boy
wearing a tag with my name don’t really bring me joy
plus with time flying by, i’m trying to use the sh-t wise
i’m trying to juice them lemons and f-cking ride them rides
so i’m scrolling down my instagram and what do i find
i see these advertis-m-nt b-tches, they’ve been reading my mind
are you into older women? sick of your nine to five
well there’s lonely cougars near you who can provide

you ain’t smooth like me, i’m smooth like aloe vera
i cruise with sugar mama’s who got bread like panera
nothing but money on my mind
i keep my eye on the prize

you ain’t smooth like me, i’m smooth like aloe vera
i cruise with sugar mama’s who got bread like panera
there’s nothing but money on my mind
i keep my eye on the prize

f-cked around and got myself an account
logged in and did a quick little browse
it said there’s cougars on the prowl, only miles from my house
and though i’m n0body’s poet, i wrote a little somethin’ down
my name is louis, i don’t f-ck with pina coladas
i’m like a quarter italian, i make a decent lasagna
if you like what you seeing, save me a seat at the opera
or we could meet at the starbucks in montecito for starters
it wasn’t long ‘fore i found my new millionaire match
her bio said she’s early 40s, no children, just cats
she likes driving round the city with no ceiling attached
her favorite hobby’s throwing hundred dollar bills in the trash
ay, that’s my type of rich
ay, yeah, that’s ice on my wrist
i’m on that pool boy duty
she f-cking bad and she boujee, on instagram she’s a foodie
she introduced me to sushi, i’m getting used to wasabi
i pick her from pilates in a brand new bugatti
we spend the weekends retreatin’ at the amangani
when i walk through the lobby it’s only saint laurent on me
uh, nowadays i leave the lambo with the valet
private dinners grand pianos make the soundscape
can’t pr-nounce the food they making but it sounds great
what the f-ck is a neighborhood without gates
everything we do’s a big mood
she stain the carpet with the red bottom shoes
i’m skinny dippin’ in this rooftop pool
i hit the lotto, look’s like you hit the snooze

you ain’t smooth like me, i’m smooth like aloe vera
i cruise with sugar mama’s who got bread like panera
nothing but money on my mind
i keep my eye on the prize

- louis metric lyrics

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