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Dirt Off Your Shoulder / Lying From You Lyrics - Artist : Linkin Park
[Chester Bennington:]
I ordered a frappuccino Where's my fucking frappuccino? Alright, let's do this [Mike Shinoda (Chester Bennington):] 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—) [Jay-Z:] Yeah, if you feeling like a pimp nigga Go and brush your shoulders off Ladies is pimps too Go and brush your shoulders off Niggaz 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 Trying to hustle some things That go with the Porsche Feeling no remorse Feeling like my hand was forced Middle finger to the law Nigga gripping my balls Said the ladies they love me From the bleachers they screaming All the ballers is bouncing They like the way I be leaning All the rappers be hating Off the track that I'm making 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 If you feeling like a pimp, nigga Go and brush your shoulders off Ladies is pimps too Go and brush your shoulders off Niggaz is crazy, baby, don't forget that, boy Told you get that dirt off your shoulder You gotta get (get) that (that) dirt off your shoulder You gotta get (get) that (that) dirt off your shoulder You gotta get (get) that (that) dirt off your shoulder You gotta get (get) that (that) dirt off your shoulder Your homey Hov' in position In the kitchen with soda I just whipped up a watch Trying to get me a Rover Trying to stretch out the coca Like a wrestler, yes, sir Keep the Heckler close You know them smokers'll test ya But like fifty-two cards went out I'm through dealing 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 chilling 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, chill [Mike Shinoda (Chester Bennington):] Yeah, 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) But the more I push the more I'm pulling away 'Cause I'm (lying my way from you) [Chester Bennington (Jay-Z |
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