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