Clip vidéo

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
DJ Lethal
DJ Lethal
Platines tourne‑disques
Fred Durst
Fred Durst
Chant
John Otto
John Otto
Batterie
Sam Rivers
Sam Rivers
Basse
Wes Borland
Wes Borland
Guitare électrique
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Brendan O'Brien
Brendan O'Brien
Paroles/Composition
Leor Dimant
Leor Dimant
Paroles/Composition
Wes Borland
Wes Borland
Paroles/Composition
Fred Durst
Fred Durst
Paroles/Composition
John Otto
John Otto
Paroles/Composition
Sam Rivers
Sam Rivers
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Limp Bizkit
Limp Bizkit
Production
Terry Date
Terry Date
Production
Brendan O'Brien
Brendan O'Brien
Ingénierie de mixage
Cameron Webb
Cameron Webb
Assistance d’ingénierie
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Ingénierie de mastérisation
John Ewing
John Ewing
Ingénieries complémentaires
Jordan Schur
Jordan Schur
Production déléguée
Karl Egsieker
Karl Egsieker
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Markus Ulibarri
Markus Ulibarri
Assistance d’ingénierie
Roger Lian
Roger Lian
Ingénierie de montage
Ryan Williams
Ryan Williams
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

It's just one of those days when you don't wanna wake up Everything is f-, everybody sucks You don't really know why, but you want justify rippin' someone's head off No human contact, and if you interact your life is on contract Your best bet is to stay away, motherf- It's just one of those days It's all about the he-says she-says bull- I think you better quit lettin' - slip, or you'll be leavin' with a fat lip It's all about the he-says she-says bull- I think you better quit talkin' that - It's just one of those days, feelin' like a freight train First one to complain leaves with a blood stain Damn right, I'm a maniac You better watch your back 'cause I'm - up your program And if you're stuck up, you just locked up Next in line to get fucked up Your best bet is to stay away, motherf- It's all about the he-says she-says bull- I think you better quit lettin' - slip, or you'll be leavin' with a fat lip It's all about the he-says she-says bull- I think you better quit talkin' that - Punk, so come and get it I feel like shit My suggestion is to keep your distance 'cause right now I'm dangerous We've all felt like - And been treated like - All those mother- that wanna step up I hope you know I pack a chain saw (chain saw) I'll skin your ass raw (ass raw) And if my day keeps goin' this way, I just might break somethin' tonight I pack a chain saw (chain saw), I'll skin your ass raw (ass raw) And if my day keeps goin' this way, I just might break somethin' tonight I pack a chain saw (chain saw), I'll skin your ass raw (ass raw) And if my day keeps goin' this way, I just might break your - face tonight Give me somethin' to break Give me somethin' to break Just give me somethin' to break How 'bout your - face? I hope you know I pack a chain saw, what? A chain saw, what? A mother- chainsaw, what? So come and get it It's all about the he-says she-says bullshit I think you better quit lettin' - slip, or you'll be leavin' with a fat lip It's all about the he-says she-says bullshit I think you better quit talking that - Punk, so come and get it
Writer(s): John Everett Otto, William Frederick Durst, Wesley Louden Borland, Leor Dimant, Brendan O'brien, Sam Rivers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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