Tekster:
Limp Tomorrow

Except for tomorrow every day is yesterday it's just the same as always and it's eating up my time can't blame the stars on everything that's in my way

We started out to have some fun, It's amazing what we have become, Now we're not going to stop today, No matter what may stand in the way, We're

***** Tryna to get to you and that m***** Tryna to get to you and that m***** Girl, he simpin' (Simpin') I walk up in the club with a limp and (Limp

looking at me he's wait til tomorrow don't want him to know next time he orders tea release and turn turn and limp away turn and limp away the maid:

and down) (So then what happened?) So he put the mic down And picked the guitar up (Picked the guitar up) (And then he what?) Started singin' the blues Like there's no tomorrow (No tomorrow

Go on big oasis There's nothing left We have wasted The mother Stands on broken bones Bent on broken knees She comes limping in with the morning All

to Can't seem to Can't seem to stay in tune Without your love Without your love Without your love I'm left to croon Like a bird that's wounded I'm limping

with your corny son of a bitches But now the shit is broke and you can't do nothin to fix it So I'm tellin you right now - motherfuck a limp bizkit Now

seen better punchlines at the prom waiting for drinks. Yo I spit flames. Leave you chokin in hell. Me losin battles? Picture Bow Wow smokin a "L". Look at your wrists all limp