Bullets for Tears Lyrics

Check it out, yo!

If bullets were tears then I'd cry you a river

I'd show you my pain

And you'd have to see it

The cold is so cold

It'd make you shiver

It's the last thing you''ll think

I guarantee it

I'm not the first one to feel this shit

And I won't be the last one you can bet on it

So fucking hard to live without chops

You can't win the game when you aint got the hops

Yo, they give you the hambog

But you ain't gettin no chips

You might be a pussy

But you ain't got the lips

And you want the props

But you ain't got the game

Til you go to the store and you buy that thang

Then the mears dry up

And the pain goes away

You can still get the caps and wait for the day

You got piss to warm you

And respect for the gun

You have bullets for tears son

And hope where there's none

The cold is so cold

It'd make you shiver

It's the last thing you'll think

I guarantee it

Well who knows the math!

Yo,fourtimes fouris eight times two

And 16 twice is three two

Loaded six for three eight

You got that thing

And you're feeling great

That's the math in the school for fools

And it don't add up until you break the rules

Three times Three comes out to nine

And 16 rounds it out just fine

The feel is light, the skin is smooth

And that's the math from the school for fools

It don't add up til you break the rules

But that ain't the way to respect my brother

A biscuit ain't heart and caps ain't yo mama

Fear's not control, except in that minute

And porridge gets stiff when that shit's gettin older

The cold is so cold

It'd make you shiver

It's the last thing you'll think

I guarantee it

The cold is so cold

It'd make you shiver

It's the last thing you'll think

I guarantee it

Check it out!

If bullets were tears then I'd cry you a river

I'd show you my pain

And you'd have to see it

The cold is so cold

It'd make you shiver

It's the last thing you''ll think

I guarantee it

And I'm not the first one to feel this shit

And I won't be the last one you can bet on it

So fuckin' hard to live without chops

You can't win the game when you aint got the hops

Yo, they give you the hambog

But you ain't gettin no chips

You might be a pussy

But you ain't got the lips

And you want the props

But you ain't got the game

Til you go to the store and you buy that thang

Then the mears dry up

And your shit goes away

You can still get the caps and wait for the day

You have piss to warm you

And respect for the gun

You have bullets for tears son

And hope where there's none

But that ain't the way to respect my brother

A biscuit ain't heart and caps ain't yo mama

Fear's not control, except in that

And porridge gets stiff when that shit's gettin' older

When that shit's gettin' older