Bob Schneider---Bullets

Music and lyrics by Bob Schneider



I gotta freak I gotta flow

I gotta throw my ass overboard don't you know

The tip 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 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 I'm not the kind 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



Now money honey's your only friend

You know your friends may take a walk but money'll be there till 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 'm getting sleepy

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

Let's get the hell out of town before they find out where we're at

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





And I gotta pig p it wears a 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 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 alone in bed