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