Dirt Off Your Shoulder / Lying From You Lyrics - Linkin Park

I ordered a frappuccino, where's my fucking frappuccino? (hahaha) 

Alright Let's do this 

When I pretend, 

Everything is what I want it to be, 

I looked exactly like what you had always wanted to see, 

When I pretend, 

I can't forget about the criminal I am, 

Stealing second after second just cause I know I can, 

But I can't pretend that 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 

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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, proud to 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 grip'n my balls 

All 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 the 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 

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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 homey 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, fifty-two cards when I'm, I'm through dealin 

Now fifty-two bars come out, now you feel 'em 

Now, fifty-two cars roll out, remove ceiling 

In case fifty-two broads come out, now you chillin 

with a boss bitch of course S.C. 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 

I remember what they taught to me, 

Remember condescending talk, 

Of who I ought to be, 

Remember listening to all of that, 

And this again, 

So I pretended up a person who was fitting in, 

And now you think this person, 

Really is me and I'm 

Trying to bend the truth 

The more I push, 

The more I'm pulling away, 

Cause I'm 

Lying my way from 

You 

(No, no turning back now) 

I wanna be pushed aside, so let me go 

(No, no turning back now) 

Let me take back my life, 

I'd rather be, all alone 

(No turning back now) 

Anywhere on my own, cause I can see 

(No, 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 

(No, no turning back now) 

Let me take back my life, 

I'd rather be, all alone 

(No turning back now) 

Anywhere on my own, cause I can see 

[No, no turning back now] 

The very worst part of you... 

The very worst part of you... 

Is me 

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