Bob Schneider

Bob Schneider - Bullets lyrics

rate me

I gotta freak I gott flow

I gotta throw my ass overboard baby dont you know

The tip that I’m on yeah it's the bomb

Did I ever tell you that you look a lot like my mom

Yeah and your smart I can tell you pull me apart as well

And then you put me back together hey don't break my heart and sell it for

Ice cream and fudge give me the nudge

Yeah is it live or is it dope honey you'll be the to judge

If you got the bullets I got the time

You bring the bullets I’ll bring the wine

You bring your bullets I’ll bring my bat

I can tell you where it is but I can't tell you where it's at

Money honey's your only friend

You know your friends may take a walk but money'll be there in the end

You're in a spin it ain't no sin

To drink some gin and have yourself some fun oh every now and again

Oh man I’m bleeding so I’m going to bed bro

Because the mad hatter's crazy and having a party in my head and though

I don't mind big baby I'm getting kinda sleepy

And baby that look that you've been giving me is getting creepy

If you got the bullets I got the time

You bring the bullets I’ll bring the wine

You bring your bullets I’ll bring my hat

And we can get the hell out before they find out where we're at

You got the bullets I got the time

You bring your bullets I'll bring the wine

You bring the bullets I'll bring my bat

'Cos I can tell you where it is but I can't tell you where it's at

And I got this big pig p it wears a big wig see

It tells me every single morning boy you're going to be big b

It's kinda cutie it plays the flute g

And yeah a flute playing wig wearing pig's a fucking hootie

I ain't no blowfish, damn I'm light as air so

I've got a million dollar smile and I take it everywhere I go

But you know I keep it hidden deep inside my big ole head

And I only take it out at night when I’m all alone in bed

You got bullets, I got time

You bring your bullets, I'll bring the wine

You bring your bullets, I'll bring my bat

I can tell you where it is but I can't tell you where it's at

You got bullets, I got time

You bring your bullets I'll bring the wine

You bring your bullets, I'll bring my bat

And we can get the hell out before they find out where we at

You got bullets etc

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