Popcorn & Pressure Waves

[Verse 1] Sitting on the couch, trying to keep it low-key Lyric’s got the sketchbook, drawing what she sees Bakugo is peaking, acting like he doesn't care "Is that a bomb? Or just a pencil flare?" He's got popcorn hanging off his lip Offering "professional advice" and tips He says, "I don't laugh at drawings," but he's got a smirk Showing off his skills like a total jerk. [Chorus] Oh! It’s an accidental popcorn explosion! Butter on his shirt, keeping emotions in motion He’s talking shock fronts and detonation waves But he’s tripping over kernels, these are chaotic days! "Don't let me help with art projects!" he screams Wiping butter off his chin, fueling Lyric’s dreams. [Verse 2] He grabs the pencil, strokes are fast and bold "Pressure wave intensity!"—or so I’m told He’s so pleased with himself, feeling like the king Till he stretches out his arms and ruins everything Bowl hits the floor, water starts to spill He’s scrambling on his knees, losing all his chill "It's the principle!" he grumbles, heading for the door Leaving Lyric laughing, cleaning up the floor. [Bridge] The popper starts beeping, he’s back in a flash Forgetting the mess and the art project crash "Is it buttery? It better be sacrilege if not!" He’ll "explode the stains" later—give it all he’s got "Sit down," he says, "watch some garbage TV" Just a regular night for Lyric and Bakugo, you see. [Outro] Yeah, he’s basically an expert on explosions (Even the buttery kind) Just don't touch the sketchbook, Bakugo! (Unless you want another mess!)