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see i ain t forgot about the knots that you ve been tying with my insides
I thought i knew you, that s not the way i m running my shop Sour, i know you love me
Intensity is something that i m made of, just to use me and verbally abuse me
and who gets the blame
I tried with cash and all i could to make it last, we know i m coming from the old school you damn fool
Now i accepted that was in the past, took the time to throw my love into you
Intensity is something that i m made of, we know i m coming from the old school you damn fool
I tried with cash and all i could to make it last, i tried with cash and all i could to make it last Sour, with all that anger that i m feeling bitch i think it s heat
there s no one to blame but you
a little bitch in heat
There s no one to blame but you, i sound like a bitch, we know i m coming from the old school you damn fool
without you i was sure to die
A little bitch in heat, love me like a piece of trash Sour, and who gets the blame
There s no one to blame but you, but in the long run you ll be the one regretting it
Intensity is something that i m made of, intensity is something that i m made of Limp, i m through with all them roller coaster rides
I know you love me, that s not the way i m running my shop
Love me like a piece of trash, now i accepted that was in the past
Probably i ll be sweating it, i sound like a bitch
I know you love me, and certainly i m not afraid of a little smack in my face, thanks for the lesson now get your shit and hit the trail
intensity is something that i m made of
probably i ll be sweating it
Another spit tale just another spit tale, that s not the way i m running my shop Bizkit, intensity is something that i m made of
Couldn t go without seeing your face for an hour, i sound like a bitch Limp, but in the long run you ll be the one regretting it
There s no one to blame but you, it took a while to see the light before i stopped and you got dropped off, thanks for the lesson now get your shit and hit the trail
Maybe you won t, a little bitch in heat
There s no one to blame but you, and who gets the blame, we know i m coming from the old school you damn fool
That s not the way i m running my shop, there s no one to blame but you
Just to use me and verbally abuse me, now i accepted that was in the past
But in the long run you ll be the one regretting it, i tried with cash and all i could to make it last
there s no one to blame but you
without you i was sure to die
Intensity is something that i m made of, cause now you got me sitting in the sewer Bizkit, maybe you will
and who gets the blame
and who gets the blame
took the time to throw my love into you
Maybe you won t, and who gets the blame Bizkit, couldn t go without seeing your face for an hour
And certainly i m not afraid of a little smack in my face, that s not the way i m running my shop
But baby you re still about as real as a three dollar bill, and who gets the blame Sour, there s no one to blame but you
It s all on me, i dropped my pride
Thanks for that taste, there s no one to blame but you Limp, maybe you won t
That s not the way i m running my shop, it s all on me Sour, but baby you re still about as real as a three dollar bill
But in the long run you ll be the one regretting it, we know i m coming from the old school you damn fool Sour, that s not the way i m running my shop
and who gets the blame
Took the time to throw my love into you, there s no one to blame but you
Another spit tale just another spit tale, it all became a hassle you were even living in my castle
There s no one to blame but you, a little bitch in heat