Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Lethal
DJ Lethal
Turntables
Fred Durst
Fred Durst
Vocals
John Otto
John Otto
Drums
Sam Rivers
Sam Rivers
Bass Guitar
Scott Borland
Scott Borland
Keyboards
Wes Borland
Wes Borland
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fred Durst
Fred Durst
Songwriter
Wes Borland
Wes Borland
Songwriter
John Otto
John Otto
Songwriter
DJ Lethal
DJ Lethal
Songwriter
Sam Rivers
Sam Rivers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Limp Bizkit
Limp Bizkit
Producer
Ross Robinson
Ross Robinson
Producer
Andy Wallace
Andy Wallace
Mixing Engineer
Richard Kaplan
Richard Kaplan
Engineer
Tom Lord-Alge
Tom Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer
Steve Sisco
Steve Sisco
Assistant Mixing Engineer

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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