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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
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Fred Durst
Fred Durst
Paroles/Composition
John Otto
John Otto
Paroles/Composition
Leor Dimant
Leor Dimant
Paroles/Composition
Wes Borland
Wes Borland
Paroles/Composition
Sam Rivers
Sam Rivers
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Fred Durst
Fred Durst
Production
Lizzy Ostro
Lizzy Ostro
Ingénierie
Zakk Cervini
Zakk Cervini
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

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 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)
Writer(s): Sam Rivers, Leor Dimant, John Otto, Fred Durst, Wes Borland Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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