Linkin Park - Dirt Off Your Shoulder / Lying From You (delete) lyrics

I ordered a frappuccino, where's my f**ing frappuccino? [hahaha] Alright Let's do this 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 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 Yeah If you feeling like a pimp n***a, go and brush your shoulders off Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off n***as 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 Trying to hustle some things, that go with the Porsche Feeling no remorse, feeling like my hand was forced Middle finger to the law, n***a grip'n my balls All the ladies they love me, from the bleachers they screaming All the ballers is bouncing they like the way I be leaning All the rappers be hating, off the track that I'm making 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 n***a 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 n***a cause I'm straight with the Roc If you feeling like a pimp n***a, go and brush your shoulders off Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off n***as 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, trying to get me a Rover Trying to stretch out the c**a, 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 dealing 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 chilling With a boss b**h 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 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 I'm 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 because I can see (Naw, 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 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 because I can see (Naw, no turning back now) The very worst part of you, the very worst part of you is me Beeatch