22 lyrics for "Playin' hard"
It's just a lil' 10-piece for her Just to blow it in the mall, doesn't mean that we're involved I just what? I just uh, put a Richard on the card I ain't grow up playin' ball, but I'll show you how the fuck you gotta do it If you really wanna ball 'til
PlayPlaying the role of mom and dad Working so hard just to get paid As a single parent life ain't easy Consider, how she make it to the end of the day I wonder, how she make it to the end of the day I never know no father yet you provide my dinner And I
PlayWe will, we will rock you Buddy, you're a boy, make a big noise Playing in the street, gonna be a big man someday You got mud on your face, you big disgrace Kicking your can all over the place, singin' Buddy, you're a young man, hard man Shouting in the
PlayOnce I throw on this, once I throw on this It's over girl You've been playin' hard to get with me all night We both know exactly what you want right Tell me what you gon' do what you gon' do But I know you gon' stay Break it down break it down down Once
PlayWe were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls
PlayI come up hard baby, but now I'm cool I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine I'm checkin' trouble sugar, movin' down the line I come up hard baby, but that's okay 'Cause trouble man, don't get in my way I come
PlayShe knows her roots and works hard for her money Ain't nothin' like a woman southern born and bred Now she loves her mom and daddy and the Lord to death Just actin' and sittin' playin' hard to get With the girls tonight man they're out on the town Grits
PlaySitting out in the drive I’m getting used to you not being there At church on Sunday night I’m getting used to the radio playing Without you singing along It’s just a little hard on me But I’m getting used to that old truck of yours But I’ll never get
PlayWe were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls
PlayHoldin' on you so you run again Every time, you shy away Tied to your fears and you hide away Dreams are hard to follow when you're dreaming behind a window Holdin' it back, playin' it safe Wondering "did I do this right?", and saving it for tomorrow
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