歌手:Tyler, The Creator
专辑:《Cherry Bomb + Instrumentals》

作词 : Tyler Okonma
作曲 : Tyler Okonma
I really made this song just so I could perform it
I don't even know what it mean
It means something
Aw, nah, boy don't cut that wood
Found out your flowers don't smell that good?
But if they smell real good to him
Then he don't need anybody else nose to win
Look, I am a God, nobody prays to the sight of you
All y'all niggas wear camouflage
I'm in a field wearing pink and blue
I wear pink, they can see me
Nigga, you don’t create, you just repeat
Nigga, you don’t got drive, you just beep beep
Beep beep, talk shit from the backseat
Come and light my fire
I'll blow your ****ing face off
Nigga, I'm the goddamn pilot
And I decide when we gon' take off, let's get it
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Tie the knot (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Kick the chair (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Float in the air (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's cherry bomb
You mother****ers want war?
Then come get it
You mother****ers don't really want it
You mother****ers want war and I want more
Nigga, **** you and everything that you come for
You mother****ers wanna blow?
Pow, pow-pow, pow-pow
Then let’s take ‘em to the gun store
I don't got enough time, **** your Rolex, nigga
Don’t compare him to mine,
‘cause I don’t know that, nigga
Come and light my fire, I'll blow your ****ing face off
Nigga, I'm the goddamn pilot
And I decide when we gon' take off, let's get it
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Tie the knot (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Kick the chair (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Float in the air (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's cherry bomb
You mother****ers want war?
**** that, light this, that cherry bomb
**** that, light this, that cherry bomb
**** that, light this, that cherry bomb
**** that, light this, that cherry bomb
**** that, light this, that cherry bomb
**** that, light this, that cherry bomb
**** that, light this, that cherry bomb
**** that, light this, that cherry bomb
**** that, light this, that cherry bomb
**** that, light this, that cherry bomb
**** that, light this, that cherry bomb
**** that, light this, that cherry—
Firecracker and I’m ready to blow
Don’t fire me up, I lose control (I lose control)
Firecracker and I’m ready to blow
Don’t fire me up, I lose control (I lose control)
Firecracker and I’m ready to blow
Don’t fire me up, I lose control (I lose control)
Firecracker and I’m ready to blow
Don’t fire me up, I lose control (I lose control)
Firecracker and I’m ready to blow
Don’t fire me up, I lose control (I lose control)
Don't fire me up, I lose control (I lose control)
I'm ready to blow, don't fire me up (I lose control)
Don't fire me up, I lose control (I lose control)
Firecracker, firecracker, firecracker (I lose control)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I lose co—)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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