Big Logan Energy

(Yuh)

Big Logan

Big plate, big slogan

(let's go)

Logan step in, chair go creak

He just laugh, say "yeah, I'm a feast"

Two forks tucked like twin sidearms

Napkin cape hangin off his broad-ass arms

He got pockets like fridge compartments

Snacks in the hoodie, that’s his department

Uber driver know him on a first-name basis

"Same order?" "Double up"—he aces

He the king of the booth and buffet line

Breath smell like hot sauce and overtime

Heart big as his T-shirt size

Talk slick, quick wit, big thighs

Big Logan energy, whole room filled up

Plate look heavy, but he still lift up

Big laugh, big love, big boy drip

Every step shake ground when he talk his shit

Big Logan energy, let the man eat

Whole crew cheer when he claim that seat

Wave that fork like a golden scepter

Big dude, big mood, big main character (yeah)

He got crumbs on the beard, that’s seasoning

Every bite turn stress into reasoning

Says "life too short for a light lunch"

Add cheese, add sauce, add crunch

Front row couch, still he center stage

Whole squad crowd-surf on his vibe and praise

You call it a snack, he call it a sample

You call it too much, he call it a handful

He the first one tipped at the family cookout

Grandma whisper, "make more, Logan shook out"

But he cool, just chill, just stacking his joy

Big body, big heart, that’s a powerful boy (woo)

Big Logan energy, whole room filled up

Plate look heavy, but he still lift up

Big laugh, big love, big boy drip

Every step shake ground when he talk his shit

Big Logan energy, let the man eat

Whole crew cheer when he claim that seat

Wave that fork like a golden scepter

Big dude, big mood, big main character (Logan)