| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 feelin' none of these vibes» |
| She said, «Well they only must be trippin' |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| Who put this drink in my plastic |
| I don’t drink too often |