Bombs Away
Yikes, yikes, yikes, yikes
I bagged the beast
I say what I mean
I bagged the beast
I say what I mean
Oh, I woke up today
Damn I feel great
Oh hello I'll slay
Your mind away
Oh, let's keep this rolling
Keep this going I want my head
On top of a pike by the end of what this is
Because of all the shit that I say
Ah, I know I cannot make a thing up unless I'm getting paid
Whatchu say, whatchu say?
Imma Tank, imma tank
Whatchu say, whatchu say?
Imma tank, imma tank
Whatchu say, whatchu say?
Bitch imma mothafuckin tank!
Gimme bout like five minutes
To be next favorite rockstar
Let's just start a mosh pit
In the crib, do it way too often
Your face is too toxic
Your place is too toxic
The fuck is this cautious
Ah, nah bruh I gotta leave
I got some more words to get out of my head
Let's make this feel, like you on the edge of death
Just gimme bout five minutes
I'll be your new rockstar, your new rockstar
Baby got me on my guard
Yeah I got a big head like Modok
I be playing these fools like Dota
Ask what you said like, like Dora
Then she said can I explore ya?
I'm tryna get some exposure
So I might have to just expose ya
I gotta hole in the face that Donut
Imma menace to society
I will fuck up your sobriety
Fucking up all that shit, that heat
You restless? Get some sleep
Then just get all of it!
I bagged the beast
I say what I mean
I bagged the beast
I say what I mean
Oh, I woke up today
Damn I feel great
Oh hello I'll slay
Your mind away
Oh, let's keep this rolling
Keep this going I want my head
On top of a pike by the end of what this is
Because of all the shit that I say
Ah, I know I cannot make a thing up unless I'm getting paid
Whatchu say, whatchu say?
Imma Tank, imma tank
Whatchu say, whatchu say?
Imma tank, imma tank
Whatchu say, whatchu say?
Bitch imma mothafuckin tank!
Gimme bout like five minutes
To be next favorite rockstar
Let's just start a mosh pit
In the crib, do it way too often
Your face is too toxic
Your place is too toxic
The fuck is this cautious
Ah, nah bruh I gotta leave
I got some more words to get out of my head
Let's make this feel, like you on the edge of death
Just gimme bout five minutes
I'll be your new rockstar, your new rockstar
Baby got me on my guard
Yeah I got a big head like Modok
I be playing these fools like Dota
Ask what you said like, like Dora
Then she said can I explore ya?
I'm tryna get some exposure
So I might have to just expose ya
I gotta hole in the face that Donut
Imma menace to society
I will fuck up your sobriety
Fucking up all that shit, that heat
You restless? Get some sleep
Then just get all of it!
Credits
Writer(s): John Brandon Kelly, Jacob Jennings
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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