Bob Schneider lyrics 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