I ordered a frappuccino
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Where's my fuckin frappuccino
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Alright, let's do this
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When I pretend everything is what I want it to be
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I look exactly like what you always wanted to see
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When I pretend, I can't forget about the criminal I am
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Stealing second after second just cause I know I can but
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I can't pretend this is the way it'll stay I'm just
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Trying to bend the truth
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I can't pretend I'm who you want me to be, so I'm
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Lying my way from
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If you feelin like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off
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Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
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Niggaz is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you
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Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
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I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
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Tryin to hustle some things, that go with the Porsche
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Feelin no remorse, feelin like my hand was forced
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Middle finger to the law, nigga grip'n my balls
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All the ladies they love me, from the bleachers they screamin
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All the ballers is bouncin they like the way I be leanin
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All the rappers be hatin, off the track that I'm makin
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But all the hustlers they love it just to see one of us make it
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Came from the bottom the bottom, to the top of the pots
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Nigga London, Japan and I'm straight off the block
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Like a running back, get it man, I'm straight off the block
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I can run it back nigga cause I'm straight with the Roc
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If you feelin like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off
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Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
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Niggaz is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you
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Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
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You gotta get (get), that(that), dirt off your shoulder
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You gotta get (get), that(that), dirt off your shoulder
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You gotta get (get), that(that), dirt off your shoulder
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You gotta get (get), that(that), dirt off your shoulder
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Your homey Hov' in position, in the kitchen with soda
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I just whipped up a watch, tryin to get me a Rover
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Tryin to stretch out the coca, like a wrestler, yessir
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Keep the Heckler close, you know them smokers'll test ya
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But like, fifty-two cards when I'm, I'm through dealin
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Now fifty-two bars come out, now you feel 'em
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Now, fifty-two cars roll out, remove ceiling
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In case fifty-two broads come out, now you chillin
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with a boss bitch of course S.C. on the sleeve
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At the 40/40 club, ESPN on the screen
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I paid a grip for the jeans, plus the slippers is clean
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No chrome on the wheels, I'm a grown-up for real, chill
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Yeah, I remember what they taught to me
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Remember condescending talk of who I ought to be
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Remember listening to all of that and this again
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So I pretended up a person who was fittin' in
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And now you think this person really is me and I'm
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Trying to bend the truth
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But the more I push the more I'm pulling away 'cuz I'm
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Lying my way from you
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No no turning back now
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I wanna be pushed aside so let me go
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No no turning back now
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Let me take back my life I'd rather be all alone
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No turning back now
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Anywhere on my own cuz I can see
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No no turning back now
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The very worst part of you
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The very worst part of you is ME
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This isn't what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would
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have you running from me
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Like This
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This isn't what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would
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have you running from me
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Like This
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This isn't what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would
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have you running from me
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Like This
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This isn't what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would
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have you running from me
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Like This
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You
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No turning back now
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I wanna be pushed aside so let me go
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No no turning back now
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Let me take back my life I'd rather be all alone
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No turning back now
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Anywhere on my own cuz I can see
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No no turning back now
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The very worst part of you
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The very worst part of you is me
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Beeitch
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Dirt Off Your Shoulder & Lying From You
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| Jay-Z/Linkin Park |
