Dirt Off Your Shoulder / Lying From You - Jay-Z & 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

Stealing second after second just 'cuz 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

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

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 pots

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 'cuz 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

Niggaz 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, yes sir

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

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 listening 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

'Cuz 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 'cuz 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 'cuz I can see)

No, no turning back, now

(The very worst part of you)

(The very worst part of you is me)

Beeitch