Madball - Look My Way Lyrics
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Look My Way
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What Are The Lyrics For Look My Way By Madball?
Look my way, don't hide your face in shame
To me your all the same I don't need your respect Our pride and shame, we've held strong through the years We've come this far, and I see very clear You faked a smile to show me how much you care You hypocrites get no respect over here I know your game be I keep going strong You can't fake me I keep movin on I see right through your games and all your phony ways, in my world you have no say Go your way, cause I know they'll be a day, when you'll be forced to look my way Our pride and shame, we've always kept it real No need to front, or hide the way I feel You live a lie, afraid to look me in the eye You have a lot to say, so speak your mind I know your game be I keep going strong You can't fake me I keep movin on I'm not to blame When all your shit blows up in your face I'm not to blame Cause someone's bound to put you in your place I'm not to blame For all the times that you were afraid To just look my way You hide your face in shame, cause you have no integrity, and to me your all the same I don't need your respect Our pride and shame, we've held strong through the years We've Come this far, and I see very clear You faked a smile to show me how much you care You hypocrites get no respect over here I know your game be I keep going strong You can't fake me I keep movin on |
Who Wrote Look My Way By Madball?
Fred Cricien, Jorge Guerra, Matthew Henderson
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What's The Duration Of The Look My Way By Madball?The duration of Look My Way is 2:48 minutes and seconds. |
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