Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cherry Bomb , by - finn askew. Release date: 04.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cherry Bomb |
| This might not sound right, but I love it when we fight |
| You give me those eyes, lights fire down my spine |
| You say, «It's on sight» |
| That’s fine 'cause I would die for you |
| Darling, I would die for you, you |
| I don’t wanna give you up, uh |
| I will never let you down, down |
| I just wanna fill your cup |
| No stress, girl, I got this round, round |
| Nothing but the two of us |
| Together when we make the sound, sound |
| You’re the smoke in my gun, blowing like cherry bombs |
| You’re the jam on my scone, the sweetness stuck on my tongue |
| You can say what you want, baby, string me along |
| (Hey-hey, you could be the one, I want my cherry bomb) |
| Cherry bomb, bomb, bomb, oh-oh, oh, oh |
| Bomb-bomb, bomb, bomb-bomb |
| Cherry bomb, bomb, bomb, oh-oh, oh, oh |
| Bomb-bomb, bomb, bomb-bomb |
| Yeah |
| If this ain’t love, I don’t know what is |
| If it ain’t you, I don’t want no shit |
| Cinderella shoe, I’ma make it fit |
| I’m a charming man but I ain’t no Smith |
| But I got Weston right by my hip, I’m a rider |
| Bad B straight from the Niz, I’m beside her, hmm |
| That girl so cute |
| Took a shot for the camera shoot |
| Took a shot got the golden boot (Oh) |
| But that’s not a flex (No) |
| The flex is the feeling of ducking your ex |
| Or loving you best, my favorite success, damn |
| I must confess, there’s feelings I cannot address |
| I swear, I swear it’s no stress, my love, I swear it’s no stress |
| You’re the smoke in my gun, blowing like cherry bombs |
| You’re the jam on my scone, the sweetness stuck on my tongue |
| You can say what you want, baby, string me along |
| (Hey-hey, you could be the one, I want my cherry bomb) |
| Cherry bomb, bomb, bomb, oh-oh, oh, oh |
| Bomb-bomb, bomb, bomb-bomb |
| Cherry bomb, bomb, bomb, oh-oh, oh, oh (Yeah) |
| Bomb-bomb, bomb, bomb-bomb |
| You got me shinin' like a king, just call me Stephen |
| My baby royal to the bone, I call her treason |
| But she’s the flower blooming in and out of season |
| My garden of Eden, just stay, yeah |
| You’re the smoke in my gun, blowing like cherry bombs |
| You’re the jam on my scone, the sweetness stuck on my tongue |
| You can say what you want, baby, string me along |
| (Hey-hey, you could be the one, I want my cherry bomb) |
| Cherry bomb, bomb, bomb, oh-oh, oh, oh (She my girl) |
| Bomb-bomb, bomb, bomb-bomb |
| Cherry bomb, bomb, bomb, oh-oh, oh, oh (Yeah) |
| Bomb-bomb, bomb, bomb-bomb (And she my cherry bomb) |
| Cherry bomb, bomb, bomb, oh-oh, oh, oh |
| Bomb-bomb, bomb, bomb-bomb (You're my cherry bomb) |
| Cherry bomb, bomb, bomb, oh-oh, oh, oh |
| Bomb-bomb, bomb, bomb-bomb, yeah |