Song Lyrics

I ordered a frappuccino
Where's my fucking frappuccino
All right let's do this

When I pretend, everything is what I want it to be
I looked exactly like what you 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 they way it'll stay, I'm just (trying to bend the truth)
I can't pretend of 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, probably 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 grippin' my balls
Said 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

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, 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
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

Yeah, I remember what they taught to me
Remember condescending took for who I ought to be
Remember listenin' 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 (Nah, no turning back now)
I wanna be pushed aside so let me go
(Nah, no turning back now)
Let me take me back my life
I'd rather be all alone (No turning back now)
And anywhere on my own, 'cause I can see (Nah, no turning back now)
The very worst part of you
The very worst part of you, it's 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 (Nah, no turning back now)
I wanna be pushed aside so let me go
(Nah, no turning back now)
Let me take me back my life
I'd rather be all alone (No turning back now)
And anywhere on my own, 'cause I can see (Nah, no turning back now)
The very worst part of you
The very worst part of you, it's me!

Biatch!

Brad Delson, Chester Bennington, Mike Shinoda, Rob Bourdon, Joseph Hahn, David Farrell, Shawn C. Carter, Timothy Z. Mosley

The duration of Dirt Off Your Shoulder/Lying from You is 4:05 minutes and seconds.