Paroles:
Limp Where Is Your Mind

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? And

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 [fuck], it's not your birthday

The psycho-analyst is lookin at me like I'm a crackpot Now sit back and relax - I'm doin that already Please keep your hands steady - Why? - Your face is

] I walk with a limp, pistol hangin off'a tha hip I'm awkward and quick enough an sick when sparkin a fith Your carcus is split even the beef is partially

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

, kid So whatch you wanna do And where you gonna run When you're staring down the cable Of my fuckin' mic Pointed at your grill like a gun Limp Bizkit is

a rug Love is love all day Till they throw slugs And take another life in cold blood Can't feel me til its your blood Murder rates tremendous Crime is

, kid So whatch you wanna do And where you gonna run When you're staring down the cable Of my fuckin' mic Pointed at your grill like a gun Limp Bizkit is

second i'm alive i'm alive I don't understand why i got your trunk full of candy And your so high bumping off the sweetness This is what you need