Credits
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Silas Price
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Silas Price
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Silas Price
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Lyrics
I make it look easy
They don't know all this pain on me
Look away and hide my tears
Don't see the shame on me
I'm used to being my fault
So put the blame on me
Broken glass, blood and tears
Start to stain my feet
I make it look easy
They don't know all this pain on me
Look away and hide my tears
Don't see the shame on me
I'm used to being my fault
So put the blame on me
Broken glass, blood and tears
Start to stain my feet
Never thought I'd see the day that you change on me
Head held high into the sky if shine or rain on me
Go get some money, hit some weights and then regain my peace
I had drive, but they had swerve, and switch lanes on me
No love in these streets
You know a man gotta eat
Because everybody out here got some need
Broken heart, pick up the piece
Sometimes the pain don't ever cease
Broken glass, pain up in my feet
I make it look easy
They don't know all this pain on me
Look away and hide my tears
Don't see the shame on me
I'm used to it being my fault
So put the blame on me
Broken glass, blood and tears
Start to stain my feet
Since when did everyone started acting strange on me
Taking on other problems, put the strain on me
Look in the mirror
I see so much being contained
I see the ones that I love the most were not the ones remaining only
Didn't even get the respect for them to explain those deeds
Taking shots, and I don't miss 'em
They put aim on me
Tried to pour into some of em and then they drained on me
Can't let that bad energy remain on me
I make it look easy
They don't know all this pain on me
Look away and hide my tears
Don't see the shame on me
I'm used to it being my fault
So put the blame on me
Broken glass, blood and tears
Start to stain my feet
No love in these streets
You know a man gotta eat
Cause everybody out here got they needs
Broken heart, pick up the piece
Sometimes the pain don't ever cease
Walk around glass, pain up in my feet
I make it look easy
They don't know all this pain on me
Look away and hide my tears
Don't see the shame on me
I'm used to it being my fault
So put the blame on me
Broken glass, blood and tears
Start to stain my feet
I make it look easy, they don't know all this pain on me
Written by: Silas Price