Do we always gotta cry?
Do we always gotta live inside a lie?
Life's just a blast, it's movin' really fast
Better stay on top or life'll kick you in the ass
Follow me into a solo, remember that
Kid, so what you wanna do?
And where you gonna run when you're starin' down the cable of a
A mic pointed at your grill like a gun
Limp Bizkit is rockin' the set
It's like Russian Roulette, when you're placin' your bet
So don't be upset when you're broke and you're done
Cause I'ma be the one 'til I jet
I know why you wanna hate me
Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately
Does anybody really know the secret?
Or the combination for this life, and where they keep it?
It's kinda sad when you don't know the meanin'
But everything happens for a reason
I don't even know what I should say
Cause I'm an idiot, a loser, a microphone abuser
I analyze every second I exist
Beatin' up my mind every second with my fist
And everybody wanna run
Everybody wanna hide from the gun
You can take that ride through this life if you want