Dirt Off Your Shoulder / Lying From You (feat Jay-Z)

I ordered a frappuccino

Where's my fucking frappuccino?

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

Stealin' 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 feelin' like a pimp Nigga, go and brush your shoulders off

Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off

Nigga 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, grippin' 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 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

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 homie 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 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

Yeah, I remember what they taught to me

Remember condescending talk of who I outta be

Remember listenin' 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 pullin' away

'Cause 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)

Lemme 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 runnin' from me

Like this (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 (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)

Lemme 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

Biatch!