I thought I knew ya took the time to put my love into ya screw ya cuz now you got me sitin in the sewer I'm through with all them roller coaster rides see I ain't forgot about the knots that you been tying with my insides I dropped my pride without you I was sure to die I tried with cash did all I could to make it last now I accept that that wus in the past I know you love me you love me like a piece of trash
but at first you were so sweet couldn't go without seeing your face for an hour (so sour) it all became a hastle you were even livin in my castle just to use me and verbaly abuse me that's not the way I'm runnin my show it took a while to see the light before I stopped and you got dropped off it's over, probably I'll be sweatin it but in the long run you'll be the one regreting it maybe you won't, maybe you will but baby you're still about as real as a 3 dollar bill
(chorus) there's no one to blame, but you and who gets the blame? me (x2)
oh oh, I sound like a bitch (a little bitch in heat) over that heat that I am feeling bitch I think it's cheap another split tale, just another split tale thanks for the lesson, now get your shit and hit the trail you know I'm comin from that old school you damn fool intensity is something that I'm made of and certainly I'm not afraid of a little smack in my face thanks for that taste
(chorus x2)
Compositores: John Everett Otto (ASCAP), Samuel Robert Rivers (Rivers Sam) (ASCAP), Wesley Louden Borland (Borland Wes) (ASCAP), William Frederick Durst (Durst Fred) (ASCAP)Editores: Big Bizkit Music (ASCAP), Zomba Enterprises Inc (ASCAP)Publicado em 1997 e lançado em 1997 (30/Jul)ECAD verificado obra #1451630 e fonograma #1997289 em 24/Out/2024 com dados da UBEM