Marcus Ryan - Bomb lyrics

[Verse 1: Cyrus] 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 sh**, but don't know which seed will grow I got dirt on my coffin, sand in the toes Imma legend in the making but my heart might explode [Hook: Marcus Ryan] 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 [Verse 2: Cyrus] I [swipe?] to Chicago, that girl is a model If I f** 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, "Locking 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 sh** you got is different You f**ed 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 born 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 [Hook: Marcus Ryan] 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 [Outro: Cyrus] Who put this drink in my plastic I don't drink too often