You cross that line, boy and there ain't no comin' back I'm a crazy train, son, and you caught up in the tracks You've got me growlin' like a pit bull, brother I'm about to lock my jaws I'm a time bomb tickin' a real live wire Boy a shot in the dark, I'm

My hopeless opus I've got this place That I've filled with empty space Oh I'm trying not to face what I've done I'm in this race and I'm hoping just to place Oh I'm trying not to face what's become of me Cherry bomb It's not a picture perfect life Not

Once upon a time I could control myself Once upon a time I could lose myself I admit it, what's to say I'll relive it, without pain Backstreet lover on the side Of the road I got a bomb in my temple that is gonna explode I got a .16 gauge buried under my

Baby's on fire O jirre god se jesus O jirre god se Jesus She got me going from She got me going fuckin crazy since Boom, boom boom It's show time, motherfucker, it's on Apocalypse now, I'm dropping this bomb You can't fuck with this song

What's it gonna take to make it Man I can't take this Everything's drivin' me crazy I'm tickin' like time bomb And I'm about to blow We were drinkin' dinner on the Sunset Strip The girls doin' powder got a little on her lip It's just another night

Baby's on fire O jirre god se jesus O jirre god se Jesus She got me going from She got me going fuckin crazy since Boom, boom boom It's show time, motherfucker, it's on Apocalypse now, I'm dropping this bomb You can't fuck with this song

I done told you once What you done done Got my lovin' Got me on a bomb Babe, leave him alone Leave that man alone. Hey man, leave my wife alone! Ain't goin' to tell you no more Next time I see you

Somebody's been drinkin' and got to thinkin' 'bout us I got a fire in the backyard, half of bottle of Goose And a spot on my shoulder so baby come on over Somebody else has been drinkin' too It's just the cherry bombs talkin' when you're hittin' me up

Give me some of your Thug Passion, baby I heard it's the bomb And you got it going on You got me dripping wet From the way you make me sweat Aight, new drink One part Alizé, one part Cristal Thug's Passion, baby

Make the bomb bomb beat I'll give you melody Make the song so sweet You gon' come home with me, oh Play that audio We can't live on without the rhythm (sayin', no, no) We got the stars (stars) We got audio