Lyrics: Bullets

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