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Limp Bizkit
Limp Bizkit
Группа
DJ Lethal
DJ Lethal
Проигрыватель пластинок
Fred Durst
Fred Durst
Вокал
John Otto
John Otto
Барабаны
Sam Rivers
Sam Rivers
Бас-гитара
Scott Borland
Scott Borland
Клавишные инструменты
Wes Borland
Wes Borland
Гитара
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Fred Durst
Fred Durst
Автор песен
Wes Borland
Wes Borland
Автор песен
John Otto
John Otto
Автор песен
DJ Lethal
DJ Lethal
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Sam Rivers
Sam Rivers
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Limp Bizkit
Limp Bizkit
Продюсер
Ross Robinson
Ross Robinson
Продюсер
Andy Wallace
Andy Wallace
Миксинг-инженер
Richard Kaplan
Richard Kaplan
Инженер
Tom Lord-Alge
Tom Lord-Alge
Миксинг-инженер
Steve Sisco
Steve Sisco
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Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
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Слова

Mellow out (bitch) Lay low Lay I thought I knew you, took the time to throw my love into you Screw you, 'cause now you got me sitting 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 and all I could to make it last Now I accepted that was in the past I know you love me, 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 hassle, you were even living 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're still about as real as a three dollar bill There's no one to blame but you And who gets the blame? Me No one to blame but you And who gets the blame? Me 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 the 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 There's no one to blame but you And who gets the blame? Me No one to blame but you And who gets the blame? Me It's all on me There's no one to blame Me Whatever I think that I I'd like to Turn myself around And turn it over
Writer(s): John Everett Otto, William Frederick Durst, Wesley Louden Borland, Sam Rivers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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