Video musical

Bob Schneider - Bullets
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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bob Schneider
Bob Schneider
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Schneider
Bob Schneider
Composer
Grooveline Horns
Grooveline Horns
Writer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bob Schneider
Bob Schneider
Producer
Carl Thiel
Carl Thiel
Producer

Letra

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 ...
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