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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
DJ Lethal
DJ Lethal
Phonograph
Fred Durst
Fred Durst
Stimme und Gesang
John Otto
John Otto
Schlagzeug
Sam Rivers
Sam Rivers
Bassgitarre
Scott Borland
Scott Borland
Tasteninstrumente
Wes Borland
Wes Borland
Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Fred Durst
Fred Durst
Songwriter:in
Wes Borland
Wes Borland
Songwriter:in
John Otto
John Otto
Songwriter:in
DJ Lethal
DJ Lethal
Songwriter:in
Sam Rivers
Sam Rivers
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Limp Bizkit
Limp Bizkit
Produzent:in
Ross Robinson
Ross Robinson
Produzent:in
Andy Wallace
Andy Wallace
Mischtechniker:in
Richard Kaplan
Richard Kaplan
Ingenieur:in
Tom Lord-Alge
Tom Lord-Alge
Mischtechniker:in
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Steve Sisco
Steve Sisco
Mischtechnikerassistent:in

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Mellow out, bitch
Mellow
I thought I knew ya
Took the time to prove my loving to ya
Screw ya, 'cause now you got me sittin' in the sewer
I'm through with all them rollercoaster rides
See, I ain't forgot about the knot that you've been tying with my insides
I drop my pride, without you I was sure to die
I tried with cash, and all I did to make it last
Now I accept that that was in the past
I know you love me
Love me like a piece of trash
[Verse 2]
But at first you were so sweet
Couldn't go without seeing your face
For an hour, so sour
It all became a hassle
You were even livin' in my castle
Just to use me and verbally abuse me
That's not the way I'm running my shop
It took a while to see the light before I stopped
And you got dropped
Off, it's over
Probably I'll be sweating it
But in the long run, you'll be the one regretting it
Maybe you won't, maybe you will
But, baby, you still about as real as a three dollar bill
[Verse 3]
There's no one to blame but you
And who gets to blame me
No one to blame but you
And who gets to blame me
[Verse 4]
Oh, oh
I sound like a bitch, a little bitch in heat
With all that anger that I'm feeling, bitch
I think it's heat
Another split tail, just another split tail
Thanks for the lesson, now get your shit and hit the trail
We know I'm coming 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
[Verse 5]
There's no one to blame but you
And who gets to blame me
No one to blame but you
And who gets to blame me
There's no one to blame
Written by: Fred Durst, John Otto, Samuel Rivers, Wes Borland
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