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Bullets

This song is by Bob Schneider and appears…

I gotta freak, I gots to flow
I gotta throw my ass overboard, baby, don't you know
The trip I'm on, man, 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 hey, don't break my heart and sell it
For ice cream and fudge, give me a nudge
Yeah, is it live or is it dope, honey, you be the 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, is 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 every now and again
Oh man, I'm bleeding so I'm going to bed, bro
Because the mad hatter's crazy, 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
Let's get the hell out of town before they find out where we're at

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

And I got this big pig P wears a big wig, see
It tells me every single morning, boy, you're going to be big B
It's kinda a 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 this 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 home alone in bed

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

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

You've got bullets
You've got bullets
You got bullets
You've got bullets
You've got the bullets
...

Written by:

Bob Schneider

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