[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 all in this shit, but don't know which seed will grow

I got dirt on my coffin, satin to toes

I'm a legend in making, but my heart might explode

[Chorus: 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, what's that?

Oh that's bomb, oh that's bomb

Blowing up, before time

Count the seconds before you disarm

Oh that's bomb, babe

Bomb, babe

[Verse 2: Cyrus]

I swipe for Chicago, that girl is a model

If I fuck her tonight, I won't see her tomorrow

Burning a hole in my pocket, this time we been spending

Just submitted to conflict and she said, "Lock in 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 damn, they must be trippin'

This shit you got is different

It fucked 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 latest, they'd call fire like the fireman, the firetruck ain't make it

See the smoke, the smoke alarm tried to tell the story

Gotta put me out with the forest

If we talking 'bout storm, the storm is pouring

If we talking 'bout game, the game is boring

If we talking, we should get to walking more

Need a budget that buying me every door

That bury the hatchet in every floor

I'm talking up hundreds, just count up the numbers

I gave One Direction, now all I need's Forbes

Just an anomaly fitting the norm

But I might go boom, you keep with the snoring

[Chorus: 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, what's that?

Oh that's bomb, oh that's bomb

Blowing up, before time

Count the seconds before you disarm

Oh that's bomb, babe

Bomb, babe

[Outro: Cyrus]

Who put this drink in my plastic

I don't drink too often