paroles de chanson Dirt Off Your Shoulder / Lying from You - JAY Z feat. LINKIN PARK
I
ordered
a
frappuccino
Where's
my
fuckin'
frappuccino?
Alright,
let's
do
this
When
I
pretend
everything
is
what
I
want
it
to
be
I
look
exactly
like
what
you've
always
wanted
to
see
When
I
pretend,
I
can't
forget
about
the
criminal
I
am
Stealin'
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,
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
to
bottom,
to
the
top
of
the
pops
Nigga
London,
Japan
and
I'm
straight
off
the
block
Like
a
runnin'
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
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,
tryna
get
me
a
Rover
Tryna
stretch
out
the
coca,
like
a
wrestler,
yes
sir
Keep
the
Heckler
close,
you
know
them
smokers'll
test
ya
But
like
52
cards,
when
I'm,
I'm
through
dealin'
Now,
52
bars
come
out,
now,
you
feelin'
'em
Now,
52
cars
roll
out,
remove
ceilin'
In
case
52
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
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
pullin'
away
'Cause
I'm
lying
my
way
from
you
No,
no
turnin'
back,
now
(I
wanna
be
pushed
aside,
so
let
me
go)
No,
no
turnin'
back,
now
(Let
me
take
back
my
life,
I'd
rather
be
all
alone)
No
turnin'
back,
now
(Anywhere
on
my
own,
'cause
I
can
see)
No,
no
turnin'
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
runnin'
from
me
like
this
This
isn't
what
I
wanted
to
be,
I
never
thought
That
what
I
said
would
have
you
runnin'
from
me
like
this
This
isn't
what
I
wanted
to
be,
I
never
thought
That
what
I
said
would
have
you
runnin'
from
me
like
this
This
isn't
what
I
wanted
to
be,
I
never
thought
That
what
I
said
would
have
you
runnin'
from
me
like
this
(You)
no
turnin'
back,
now
(I
wanna
be
pushed
aside,
so
let
me
go)
No,
no
turnin'
back,
now
(Let
me
take
back
my
life,
I'd
rather
be
all
alone)
No
turnin'
back,
now
(Anywhere
on
my
own,
'cause
I
can
see)
No,
no
turnin'
back,
now
(The
very
worst
part
of
you,
the
very
worst
part
of
you
is
me)
Biatch!
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