I try to find you But no one is there And where are we now when you can't seem to find out Why your mind is where it is Where is your mind now? And
and I I try to find you but no one is there And where are we now when You can't seem to find out Why your mind is where it is Where is your mind now?
S on your chest, see it ain't nothin' less, unless you confess And go tell the rest on what is real, what is flawed Where you been, and who you saw,
would know, My little brother sucked on a bottle, 'Til he was six, So I'd hide it inside the couch, And say "I don't know where it is," But as soon as
like Limp Bizkit (Limp Bizkit) Throw on 'Guilty Conscience' at concerts and watch mosh pits till motherfuckers knock each other unconscious (Watch out now!) Some of these crowds that Slim draws is
with a limp, pistol hangin off at the hip I'm awkward and quick enough an sick when sparkin a fith Your carcus is split even the beef is partially thick
It's your birthday We gon' party like it's yo birthday We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday And you know we don't give a fuck It's not your birthday
kid, so what you wanna do? And where you gonna run When you starin' down the cable of a ... mic Pointed at your grill like a gun? Limp Bizkit is
a look around. It's Limp Bizkit fuckin' up your town, we download in the shockwave. For all the ladies in the cave, to get your groove on, and maybe your
for you (all radio is dead) So your thinking that your all that and then some Man I got news for you (all radio is dead) ra-ra-ra-radio is d-dead radio
need a ballbat right where your head is at All your desperation causes separation Now I grab the mic to intimidate your weakness Screams from the limp on your
burning up in Bako where your father had your mother, your mother had your brother, it's just too bad your father's mad, your mother's now your lover
pick it up, we can drop it low Recognize what it is when I come through the door Not partyin' and pimpin', I walk wit a limp Once I took it to the top
your body rock Slam raw rapsand rhythms that make you pop lock Hip Hop on the non-stop Take it up a notch and watch the beat drop I am where I am I'
cash to my hands be all blistered up We can pick it up, we can drop it low Recognize what it is when I come through the door Not partyin' and pimpin', I walk wit a limp
They hope we might chill the heights real Still we got fire that will melt your ice grill Know the deal once we hit record Hit the floor, new era, this is
rap artists out in the streets You always say our jams are wack but yours'll be tight But you never been near a studio in your life You see, disrespect is your
it's your birthday We gon' party like it's your birthday We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday And you know we don't give a ****, it's not your
