Bullets - Bob Schneider: letra, videos musicales y conciertos

Bullets

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Bullets fue lanzado el 1 de enero de 2000 por Universal (MT) como parte del álbum Lonelyland

Detalles de la canción

ÁlbumLonelyland

Fecha de lanzamiento1 de enero de 2000

Sello discográficoUniversal (MT)

Melodía

Nivel de sonidos acústicos

Valence

Capacidad para bailar

Energía

BPM162

DESCRIPCIÓN

LETRA

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

Artistas intérpretes

Bob Schneider

Intérprete

COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA

Bob Schneider

Composición

Grooveline Horns

Grooveline Horns

Escritor

Producción e ingeniería

Bob Schneider

Producción

Carl Thiel

Producción

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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Written by: Bob Schneider, Grooveline Horns

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