[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!) [Verse 3] He’s shouting "Zoomies?" like it’s some kind of curse He’s acting energetic, but it’s only getting worse He saw the old footage, the "Explosion Flower" bloom Now there’s a strange tension filling up the room He slams the laptop shut, he’s gotta clear his head "I’m gonna brush my teeth!" is the only thing he said Then the bathroom door slams—it’s a muffled symphony Of off-key singing and a failed handstand theory! [Pre-Chorus] Shadows on the floor, jumping jacks under the door Explosive sounds increasing, he’s preparing for a war He bursts back out in a ridiculous pose The "Future of Heroics" from his head down to his toes! [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 4] 6 AM sharp, bring the coffee and the book He’s got a whiteboard now, give it a look Rule number seven: No sketching while he’s talking Rule number nine: Stop all that "sentimental" walking! He’s blushing red, a "Captain" in a crisis Sticking rules to the wall with his explosive devices "Professional development!" he yells with a glare While the smell of burnt popcorn still lingers in the air. [Bridge] He froze mid-stride, hair whipped around his face Because you asked to sketch him? He’s all over the place! The whiteboard clatters, he’s frantic with the pen Adding rules ten through twenty, then starting again "You're doing this on purpose!"—yeah, maybe just a bit Watching Lord Explosion Murder having a total fit. [Outro] Yeah, he’s basically an expert on explosions (Professional conduct, or so he says!) Just don't bring the extra coffee, Lyric! (Unless you want rule twenty-one!) "BEHOLD!"
