Слова:
Doom Drop Out

[Bruno Mars] This one's for you and me, living out our dreams We're all right where we should be Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes And now all I wanna

, but somebody's gonna try to rob We can spar, but you gon' drop, drop I'm a bomb, ready for war, will I p-pop, pop Better look out for miles, been doomed

up, bulldozed through the livin' room Hopped out of the car and started to blow up Buck, buck and a kabloom, me blew All them bodies all over the room, them doomed

and fear. You can admire me or you can catch one in your wig. See the testosterone the toast is right on my lap. So if a nigger get out of line a nigger

not proper, I'm rarely polite Too $hort, Too $hort, don't say it tonight, bitch It started on a bright morning in 1987 I was in my drop to Caddy y'all

score Then Powercat through the locks on the door Bugging at the jam like I'm cyclone Now an hour to seven come to find out that I'm zoning Huh, check it out

up Indicted, word, I'm bird eye viewing it right now Out there out the motherfucking window) You got the strong scoopers out there? (Word, five book store buses out

Cristal bottles, cages of boom, probably wardrobe The mad hatter, big dick style, beware goons Smuggle balloons, lord of dooms, in fat pussy wombs Let the Gods build, pull up the grill, check out

into my six I'ma drop these chips Let's get up on this room You're about to meet your doom Now, when you raise up out this bed You might find yourself