Tyler, The Creator - Cherry Bomb + Instrumentals

CHERRY BOMB

I really made this song just so I could perform it
I don't even know what it mean
But 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 nobody else nose to win
Look, I am a god, no, I don't pray to society
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 fuckin' 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 motherfuckers want war? Then come get it
Motherfuckers want war, and I want more

Nigga, fuck you and everything that you come for
You motherfuckers wanna blow? Pow-pow
Pow-pow, just take me to the gun store
I don't got enough time for 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 fuckin' 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 motherfuckers want war?

Fuck that, light this, that cherry bomb
Fuck that, light this, that cherry bomb
Fuck that, light this, that cherry bomb
Fuck that, light this, that cherry bomb
Fuck that, light this, that cherry bomb
Fuck that, light this, that cherry bomb
Fuck that, light this, that cherry bomb
Fuck that, light this, that cherry bomb
Fuck that, light this, that cherry bomb (that cherry bomb!)
Fuck that, light this, that cherry bomb (that cherry bomb!)
Fuck that, light this, that cherry bomb
Fuck that, light this, that cherry bomb (ahh!)
Fuck that, light this, that cherry bomb
Fuck that, light this, that cherry-

Firecracker and I'm ready to blow
You fire me up, I lose control
Firecracker and I'm ready to blow
You fire me up, I lose control
Firecracker and I'm ready to blow
You fire me up, I lose control
Firecracker and I'm ready to blow
You fire me up, I lose control
Firecracker and I'm ready to blow
You fire me up, I lose control
You fire me up, I lose control
You fire me up, I lose control
You fire me up, I lose control

Firecracker, firecracker, firecracker
I lose control

(Yeah!, Yeah!, Yeah!, Yeah!)
GOLF 191, Okaga
Playing only classic hits

Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Okonma
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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