Sour

Album: Three Dollar Bill Y'all (1997)
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  • Mellow out
    Bitch
    Hell no

    I thought I knew ya
    Took the time to put my love into ya
    Screw ya
    'Cause now you got me sittin' in the sewer
    I'm through with all them roller coaster rides
    See, I ain't forgot about the knots
    That you been tyin' with my insides
    I dropped my pride

    Without you, I was sure to die
    I tried with cash
    And all I could, to make it last
    Now I accept that was in the past
    I know you love me
    Love me like a piece of trash

    But at first, you were so sweet
    Couldn't go without seein' your face for an hour
    So sour
    It all became a hassle

    You were even livin' in my castle
    Just to use me
    And verbally abuse me
    That's not the way I'm runnin' my shop
    It took a while to see the light before I stopped
    And you got dropped off
    It's over, probably I'll be sweatin' it
    But in the long run, you'll be the one regrettin' it
    Maybe you won't, maybe you will
    But baby, you're still about as real as a three dollar bill

    There's no one to blame but you
    And who gets the blame? Me
    No one to blame but you (no one to blame)

    Oh, oh, I sound like a bitch (a little bitch in heat)
    With all that anger that I'm feelin'
    Bitch I think it's heat
    Another split tail
    Just another split tail

    Thanks for the lesson
    Now get your shit and hit the trail
    We know I'm comin' from that old school
    You damn fool
    Intensity is somethin' that I'm made of
    And certainly, I'm not afraid of
    A little smack in my face
    Thanks for that taste

    There's no one to blame but you
    And who gets the blame? Me
    No one to blame but you
    And who gets the blame? Me

    There's no one to blame
    Me

    Ah
    Whatever
    I think that, uh
    I'd like to, uh
    Turn myself around
    And turn it over to the Writer/s: John Everett Otto, Samuel Robert Rivers, Wesley Louden Borland, William Frederick Durst
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Comments: 3

  • Zero from Nowhere, NjI love the "Slap-Guitar" playing in the chorus.
  • Daniel from Ada, OkI coudn't have said it better myself Christina. So what's your favorite lb song?
  • Christina from Belle Chasse , LaI think that this song is about how Fred goes into relationship's deep a little too soon. How he buys his girlfriends everything that they want, just to show how much he cares, and then they end up throwing it in his face, like they take all that he does for granted. Since he starts out giving them all that he has, they aren't satsified with it anymore, and they want more. I think that he finally saw how he was being used.
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