Bomb

(álbum: We Should Just Enjoy Ourselves - 2016)

[Cyrus:]
Who put this drink in my plastic
I don't drink too often, no
Except when I'm fed up with bliss
What's the end game to it
Is my joystick broke, or just a scratch on my disc
She's in love with my dick, but I'm in love with her soul
Put my whole in that shit, but don't know which seed will grow
I got dirt on my coffin, sand in the toes
I'm a legend in the making but my heart might explode

[Marcus Ryan:]
Oh that's bomb, oh that's bomb
Blowing up, before time
Count the seconds before you disarm
Oh that's bomb, oh that's bomb
Oh that's stop
Oh that's bomb, oh that's bomb
Blowing up, before time
Count the seconds before you disarm
Oh that's bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb

[Cyrus:]
I swipe for Chicago, that girl is a model
If I fuck her tonight, I won't see her tomorrow
Burning a hole in my pocket, it's time we been spending
Just admitted a conflict and she said, "Lock in my digits"
I said, "Oh word, well here's my line, hit me anytime
You see these people, they don't like me
They ain't feeling none of these vibes"
She said, "Well they only must be tripping
The shit you got is different
You fucked with me the first time like you lied about your mistress", yeah
Well damn, well damn you got me jaded
If they knew about my ladies, they call fire like the fireman, the firetruck ain't make it
See the smoke, the smoke alone tried to tell the story
Got to me put out with the forest
If we talking 'bout storm, the storm is pouring
If we talking 'bout game, the game is boring
If you talking, we should get to walking more
Need to budget to me buying every door
To bury the hatchet in every floor
Talking up hundreds, just kind of done numbers
I gave One Direction, now all I need's Forbes
Just an anomaly fit in the norm
But I might go boom, you keep with the storm

[Marcus Ryan:]
Oh that's bomb, oh that's bomb
Blowing up, before time
Count the seconds before you disarm
Oh that's bomb, oh that's bomb
Oh that's stop
Oh that's bomb, oh that's bomb
Blowing up, before time
Count the seconds before you disarm
Oh that's bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb

[Cyrus:]
Who put this drink in my plastic
I don't drink too often