Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Creamer (Radio Is Dead) , by - Limp Bizkit. Song from the album Results May Vary, in the genre Ню-металRelease date: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Flip, Interscope
Creamer (Radio Is Dead) |
| (All radio is dead) |
| Hey kid, who you lookin' at? |
| Why you standin' all up in my face like that? |
| You ain't never seen a baseball bat? |
| A maniac knockin' on your baseball cap |
| You better step about ten paces back |
| Or you'll be layin' where your shoe laces at |
| Go do what your momma told you |
| And don't be actin' like a punk, thinkin' your a soldier |
| I see you got a cell phone, I got a number you can dial son, make it 911 |
| Tell 'em stop at hef's house on the way kid |
| Pick up some playmates but only if they naked |
| Don't know how you do in your city |
| But 'round here we gettin' down to the nitty gritty |
| And I hate to put you out like that |
| But you've been burnin' like a fire with a mouth like that |
| Take me back to yesterday |
| Rollin' dice and getting laid |
| Everything was a.o.k. |
| oh... |
| But now and then a cloud rolls in |
| Rains on my parade and then |
| Talkin' this and that again, oh |
| Let's break it down for a minute |
| And roll it on up in third gear for a minute |
| I got the 21's bumpin' on my Benz, and |
| I got girlies in the back seat rubbin' on my friends, and |
| I don't really give a fuck about |
| What these player hatin' pussies give a fuck about |
| 'cause I'm a night ranger, never been a stranger |
| My two-way pager is lookin' for some danger |
| Zoolander, hit you with the magnum |
| Everybody get your groove on if you have one |
| And if you ain't got it then admit it: |
| It's Limp Bizkit, time for you to get it |
| All around the world and this 45 prevost |
| Everywhere we go we watch it on the tivo |
| And now you're layin' in the bed you made |
| Drinkin' hatorade, think about it |
| Take me back to yesterday |
| Rollin' dice and getting laid |
| Everything was a.o.k. |
| oh... |
| But now and then a cloud rolls in |
| Rains on my parade and then |
| Talkin' this and that again, go |
| Leave, thinkin' that you're all that, and then some |
| I've got news for you (all radio is dead) |
| So you're thinkin' that you're all that, and then some? |
| Man, I got news for you (all radio is dead) |
| (the radio is dead) |
| Let me guess, you ain't that impressed |
| Mister, hale - tosis of the breath |
| Livin' lifestyles of the wish-you-would |
| From the back isles of the thrifty-good |
| See i, I got room to talk, kid |
| I been layin' this track since north cackilack |
| And the very first day that you fell out the sack |
| I was in some fat laces, spinnin' on my back |
| Let me think, let me roll, let me ride |
| Let me put some funk in the trunk, triple 5 |
| And a memory that can ease your pain |
| Like a melody from Kurt Cobain |
| 'cause ya', never know when it's all gonna end |
| And ya', never know when you'll call on a friend |
| So you better take a step to prepare yourself |
| 'cause the way you're livin' now, ain't good for your health |
| Thinkin' that you're all that, and then some |
| I've got news for you (all radio is dead) |
| So you're thinkin' that you're all that, and then some? |
| Man, I got news for you (all radio is dead) |
| Thinkin' that you're all that, and then some |
| I've got news for you (all radio is dead) |
| So you're thinkin' that you're all that, and then some? |
| Man, I got news for you (all radio is dead) |
| (all radio is dead) |