Karaoke Tough by Lana Del Rey, Quavo — sing along with lyrics on Singa

Tough Karaoke

Lana Del ReyQuavo

LyricsTough

Tough like the scuff

on a pair of old leather

boots

Like the blue-collar,

red-dirt attitude

Like a .38 made

out of brass

Tough like the stuff in

your grandpa's glass

Life's gonna do

what it does

Sure as the good

Lord's up above

I'm cut like a diamond

shinin' in the rough

Tough

Tough

Come on, take

a ride with me

Like the 808s beatin'

in the trunk in Atlanta,

it was tough

It was kinda

hard for me

Crawlin' through

the mud,

I couldn't find love,

then we came up

Look at what

we are, baby

Standin' through the

storm, still shinin' like

a diamond in the rough

Still shinin',

and that's hard

If you ever lost

someone that you love

Through the pain, gotta

show 'em, give 'em light

Still family if you're

wrong or you're right

No matter, we together

It's not somethin' that

you wanna do, it's just

somethin' you goin'

through

Tough like the scuff

on a pair of old

leather boots

Like the blue-collar,

red-dirt attitude

Like a .38 made

out of brass

Tough like the stuff in

your grandpa's glass

Life's gonna do

what it does

Sure as the good

Lord's up above

I'm cut like a diamond

shinin' in the rough

Tough

Hard

Tell me how

it's hard for you

Like the nickel-wound

strings on your good

old Gibson guitar

Tell me what it feel like

Like the smoke in the

drawl of your "Y'all"

and the way you

talk slow

Oh yeah, yeah

Like the songs that

your mama sang to you

And the way that it

makes you tell the truth

If you come from where

you come, then you

were born tough

Here, say where

you come from

It's not what you

wanna do, it's what

you're gonna do

Now, it's no place to run

If that's what you're

gonna do, what am

I gonna do?

Tough like the scuff

on a pair of old

leather boots

Like the blue-collar,

red-dirt attitude

Like a .38 made

out of brass

Tough like the stuff in

your grandpa's glass

Life's gonna do

what it does

Sure as the good

Lord's up above

I'm cut like a diamond

shinin' in the rough

You wanna come

to the Nawf?

I'll show you around

That's why I said, Come

take a ride with me

Whenever, whenever

you ready

Call on me, brr

I'll give it back

when I get there

Aight, that's a bet

Composer
Elysse Jane Yulo, Henry Russell Walter, Benjamin Negrin, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Clayton Richard Johnson, Elizabeth Grant, Jaxson Free, Josh Dorr, Maddox Batson, Jack Antonoff, Andrew Watt, James Nicholas Bailey
Lyrics
Elysse Jane Yulo, Henry Russell Walter, Benjamin Negrin, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Clayton Richard Johnson, Elizabeth Grant, Jaxson Free, Josh Dorr, Maddox Batson, Jack Antonoff, Andrew Watt, James Nicholas Bailey
Publisher
Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd