Текст песни Linkin Park - Dirt Off Your Shoulder-Lying From You (Linkin Park & Jay-Z)

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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 to 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 you If you feelin like a pimp, go and brush your shoulders off Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off This 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 Lord, grip I'm a boss Stab 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 pots 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 cause I'm straight with the Roc If you feelin like a pimp, go and brush your shoulders off Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off This 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, yessir 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 it, 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 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 Trying to bend the truth The more I push the more I'm pulling away 'Cause I'm Lying my way from you No, no turning back now I want to 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 want it to be I never thought that what I said Would have you running from me Like this This isn't what I want it to be I never thought that what I said Would have you running from me Like this This isn't what I want it to be I never thought that what I said Would have you running from me Like this This isn't what I want it to be I never thought that what I said Would have you running from me Like this You No turning back now I want to 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 Than anywhere on my own 'Cause I can't see No, no turning back now The very worst part of you The very worst part of you Is me

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