Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Lethal
Turntables
Eric B. & Rakim
Sampled Artist
Fred Durst
Vocals
John Otto
Drums
Sam Rivers
Bass Guitar
Scott Borland
Keyboards
Wes Borland
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Barrier
Songwriter
William Griffin
Songwriter
James Brown
Songwriter
Bobby Byrd
Songwriter
Charles Bobbitt
Songwriter
Fred Durst
Songwriter
Leor Dimant
Songwriter
Wes Borland
Songwriter
John Otto
Songwriter
Sam Rivers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Limp Bizkit
Producer
Terry Date
Producer
Brendan O'Brien
Mixing Engineer
Cameron Webb
Assistant Engineer
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer
John Ewing
Additional Engineer
Karl Egsieker
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Markus Ulibarri
Assistant Engineer
Roger Lian
Editing Engineer
Ryan Williams
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Just think about it
Just think about it
Lately I've been skeptical
Silent when I would used to speak
Distant from all around me
Who witness me fail and become weak
Life is overwhelming
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
I'd love to be the one to disappoint you when I don't fall down
But you don't understand when I'm attempting to explain
Because you know it all and I guess things will never change
But you might need my hand when falling in your whole
Your disposition I'll remember when I'm letting go of
You and me we're through and rearranged
It seems that your not satisfied
There's too much on your mind
So you leave and I cant believe all the bullshit that I find
Life is overwhelming
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
I'd love to be the one to disappoint you when I don't fall down
But you don't understand when I'm attempting to explain
Because you know it all and I guess things will never change
But you might need my hand when falling in your whole
Your disposition I'll remember when I'm letting go of
You and me we're through and rearranged
You and me we're through and rearranged
You're no good for me
Thank God its over
You make believe that nothing is wrong until you're crying
You make believe life is so long until you're dying
You make believe that nothing is wrong until you're crying, crying on me
You make believe that life is so long until you're dying, dying on me!
You think everybody is the same
I don't think that anybody is like you
(You ruin everything and you kept fuckin' with me until it's over and I won't be the same)
You think that everybody is the same
I don't think that everybody is like you
Just think about it
You'll get it
Writer(s): Eric Barrier, Sam Rivers, Charles A. Bobbit, Bobby Byrd, James Brown, Wesley Louden Borland, William Griffin, William Frederick Durst, John Everett Otto, Leor Dimant
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