Lyrics Tyler, the Creator

Tyler, the Creator

Cherry Bomb

I really made this song just so I could formally

I don't even know how to

Aw, nah

Boy don't cut that wood don't smell that good

But if they smell real good to him

Then he don't need anybody else's nose to win

Look, I am a god

No, I don't pray to society

All you other niggas wear camouflage

I'm in the field with pink and blue

When the weak niggas see me

Nigga, Young creators with me

Nigga, you ain't got

They wanna talk shit from the back seat

Come and light my fire, I'll blow your fuckin' face off

Nigga I'mma goddamn pilot

And I decide when we gon' take off

Let's get it

Tie the knot

Kick the chair

Float in the air

It's cherry bomb

You muthafuckas want war, then come get it

You muthafuckas want war, they don't want war

all you muthafuckas want is

Just take me to the me to the gun store

I dont got enough time for you bum ass niggas

hit you your mom, cuz I don't know that nigga

Coming light my fire, I'll blow your fuckin' face off

Nigga, I'mma goddamn pilot

And I decide when we gon' take off

Let's get it

Tie the knot

Kick the chair

Strangled in the air

It's cherry bomb

You muthafuckas want war?!

They're like "this that cherry bomb"

I'm a firecracker and I'm ready to blow

You fire me up, I lose control

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