Текст песни Limp Bizkit - Out Of Style

We cannot change the past

But we can start today to make a better tomorrow

Hit it

DJ Lethal

Fresh

Fresh

Fresh

Chiggity-check, three, two, one

I've been askin' for somethin' (Askin' for somethin')

While I'm askin' for nothin' (Askin' for nothin')

When's it gonna change?

Hurts me in a loving kinda way

I'ma celebrate, yeah

It's time to rock this motherfucker 'cause I'm always out of style (Style)

Never change my style 'cause my style is kinda fresh

You bitches askin' for a sound check

Check, one, two, bitch

You barely touch the ground, yeah

Choked up on your bounce game

Comin' down the mountain

Copycats, you lucky that I let you hang around me

Check, three, four

Bizkit out there on the bounty

In the warzone, got these campers all around me

[Post-Chorus]

We should be on the same team (Same team)

On the motherfuckin' same team (Same team)

If we ain't then we nothing, nothing (Woo)

Damn, got serious for a second

I would say delirious for the record

Lookin' back as a skeptic

Why is there a cross hangin' from my necklace?

When's it gonna change?

Hurts me in a, in a loving kinda way

I'ma celebrate, yeah

It's time to rock this motherfucker 'cause I'm always out of style (Style)

Never change my style 'cause my style is kinda fresh

You bitches askin' for a sound check

Check, one, two, bitch

You barely touch the ground, yeah

Choked up on your bounce game

Comin' down the mountain

Copycats, you lucky that I let you hang around me

Check, three, four

Bizkit out there on the bounty

In the warzone, got these campers all around me

We should be on the same team (Same team)

On the motherfuckin' same team (Same team)

If we ain't then we nothing, nothing

We should be on the same team (Same team)

On the motherfuckin' same team (Same team)

If we ain't then we nothing, nothing

It's time to rock this motherfucker 'cause I'm always out of style (Style)

Never change my style 'cause my style is kinda fresh

You bitches askin' for a sound check

Check, one, two, bitch

You barely touch the ground, yeah

Choked up on your bounce game

Comin' down the mountain

Copycats, you lucky that I let you hang around me

Check, three, four

Bizkit out there on the bounty

In the warzone, got these campers all around me (Fresh)

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