JAY-Z, Linkin Park, Don Gilmore, Chester Bennington - Dirt Off Your Shoulder / Lying from You lyrics

I ordered a Frappuccino
Where's my fucking Frappuccino?
Alright, let's do this

When I pretend everything is what
I want it to be i look exactly like what you
Had always wanted to see when I pretend
I can forget about the criminal I am
Stealing second after second just 'cause
I know I can, but
I can't pretend this is the way it'll stay
I'm just trying to bend the truth
I can't pretend I'm who you want
Me to be so I'm lying my way from

If you feelin' like a pimp, nigga
Go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too
Go and brush your shoulders off
Niggas is crazy, baby
Don't forget that boy told you


Get that dirt off your shoulder

I probably owe it to y'all
Probably be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things that
Go with the Porsche feelin' no remorse
Feelin' like my hand was forced
Middle finger to the law, nigga
Grippin' my balls
Said the ladies, they love me
From the bleachers they screamin'
All the ballers is bouncin'
They like the way I be leanin'
All the rappers be hatin' off
The track that I'm makin'
But all the hustlers, they love it
Just to see one of us make it
Came from the bottom of bottom
To the Top of the Pops nigga, London
Japan and I'm straight off the block
Like a running back, get it? Man
I'm straight off the block
I can run it back, nigga, ‘cause
I'm straight with the Roc, c'mon

If you feelin' like a pimp, nigga
Go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too
Go and brush your shoulders off
Niggas is crazy, baby
Don't forget that boy told you
Get that dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder

Your homie Hov' in position
In the kitchen with soda
I just whipped up a watch
Tryin' to get me a Rover
Tryin' to stretch out the
Coca, like a wrestler, yessir
Keep the Heckler close
You know them smokers'll test ya
But, like, 52 cards went out
I'm through dealin'
Now 52 bars come out, now you feel 'em
Now 52 cars roll out, remove ceilin'
In case 52 broads come out, now you chillin'
With a boss, bitch, of course
SC on the sleeve at the 40
40 club, ESPN on the screen
I paid a grip for the jeans
Plus the slippers is clean
No chrome on the wheels, I'm
A grown-up for real, chill

Yeah, I remember what they taught to me
Remember condescending talk of who
I ought to be remember listenin' to all of
That and this again
So I pretended up a person who was fittin' in
And now you think this person
Really is me and I'm
Trying to bend the truth
But the more I push
The more I'm pulling away 'cause I'm
Lying my way from

You (nah, no turning back now)
I wanna be pushed aside, so let me go
(Nah, no turning back now)
Let me take me back my life
I'd rather be all alone
(No turning back now)
Anywhere on my own, 'cause I can see
(Nah, no turning back now)
The very worst part of you
The very worst part of you is me

This isn't what I wanted to be
I never thought that what I said
Would have you running from me
Like this, this isn't what I wanted to be
I never thought that what I said would
Have you running from me Like this
This isn't what I wanted to be
I never thought that what I said
Would have you running from me
Like this, this isn't what I wanted to be
I never thought that what I said
Would have you running from me like this

You (no turning back now)
I wanna be pushed aside, so let me go
(Nah, no turning back now)
Let me take me back my life
I'd rather be all alone
(No turning back now)
Anywhere on my own, 'cause I can see
(Nah, no turning back now)
The very worst part of you
The very worst part of you is me

Biatch!