Linkin Park & Jay-Z - Dirt Off Your Shoulder/Lying From You (2004 - Collision Course) | Текст песни

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I ordered a frappuccino, where’s my fuckin’ frappuccino!?

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’t 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 feeling like a pimp, nigga go on, brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go on, brush your shoulders off
Nigga’s is crazy baby, don’t forget that boy told you, get that dirt off your shoulders
You gotta get that dirt off your shoulders

I probably owe it to y’all
Probably be locked by the force
Tryin to hustle some things
There I go with the porsch
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 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 up the block
Like a running back, get it man
I’m straight off the block
I could run it back nigga cuz I’m straight with the ROC

If you feeling like a pimp, nigga go on, brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go on, brush your shoulders off
Nigga’s is crazy baby, don’t forget that boy told you, get that dirt off your shoulders
You gotta get that dirt off your shoulders
You gotta get that dirt off your shoulders
You gotta get that dirt off your shoulders
You gotta get that dirt off your shoulders

Ya homie holdin’ position
In the kitchen with soda
I just whipped up a watch
Tryin to get me a rover
Tryin to stretch out the coka
Like a wrestler, yes sir
Keep the heckler close
You know them smokers’ll test ya
But like, 52 cards went out
I’m through dealing now
52 bars come out
Now you feel ’em now
52 cars roll out
Remove ceiling in case
52 broads come out
Now you chillin with a boss bitch
Of course, SC on the sleeve
At the forty-forty 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 baller for real
Chill

I remember what they taught to me
Remember condescending talk for 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)
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 ’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 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

Biatch!

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