find something to believe in You want to make it hard You want to make it hard on me Yea, you want to make it hard You want to make it hard on me
find something to believe in You want to make it hard You want to make it hard on me Yeah, you want to make it hard You want to make it hard on me
Prevod: Tom Petty. Hard On Me.
god on our side Over bass and drum beats hear the good rhymes ride A poison goin on Shelter from the storm Hard rain gonna fall Still the people rock on
Saw what I could not get back Ya, my way was hard to find Can't sell your soul for piece of mind Square one my slate is clear Rest your head on me
and E I'm the cash, money, Makaveli y'all ain't ready Break fast like Tom Petty, y'all just petty 82' I was born ready, I'm too ready Y'all Betty Crocker
You're with me tonight on this dark highway We've run it together so many times We've run it for money We've run it for music We've run it to pay for
s dreams,boomin ready fuck the fedi and they petty crime, see me on switches now these snitches wanna drop a dime,copp'as in tree's on they knee's as
somethings sometimes That are so hard to swallow - Hey! (Chorus) I was born a rebel Down in Dixie on a Sunday morning Yeah - with one foot in the grave And one foot on
do to me Don't get carried away Girl, if you can do better than me, go Yeah go but remember Good love is hard to find Good love is hard to find You
(Tom Petty and Mike Campbell) There's something wrong, I can't get my finger on it I must be looking over something Sometimes at night I've had to fight
Oh honey can't you see me? Will you let me inside? (Chorus) It's a restless world, uncertain times You said hope was getting hard to find But time rolls on
(Tom Petty) I don't want you no more I ain't gonna give any more than you give to me I don't want you, it's too hard Can't try any harder than you tried
-7 apple and E I'm da Cash Money Makaveli Yall aint ready, break fast like Tom Petty, Ya'll just petty 82' I was born ready, I'm too ready, Ya'll Betty
! [Pimp C:] I'm back on the slab (slab!), back on the block (block!) With the hustlers pleading a album, the crank, they froze on water rocks (rocks!)
Be Lo] We hard to the apple core, raps galore at your door Pull crowds like a magic sword, exca-li-bor Travel north on a saddled horse, on a battle course
