Nothing but blue skies There's spring in the air They're sweeping the streets Wind is a breeze The sun becomes her he agrees What's holding up her face? Passage ways to windows That don't close Where do you live?

Alright alright, all day all night I'm just tryna move up front They tell me I was born to lose But I made a good good thing out of bad bad news Let me slip through (let me slip through) Why you tryna hold me back? (I ain't) Lil more of this, lil less of

Hey girl, hey girl Just know that I got you Just know that We can make it easy if we lift each other We don't need to keep on one-in' up another If you lose your way Help me hold my hair back Walk me home 'cause I can't find a cab And we dance down the

1 am, we probably be at the club 2 am, we probably leaving the club All the bad bitches, yeah, they leaving with us Pull up, Lamborghini, got them eating the dust, oh Lord Bad bitch (hold up), that's a bad bitch (hold up) They call me lil' fish 'cause I

Said, "Come on Superman, say your stupid line" Don't make me wait forever I was doing fine without you Someone said they left together I ran out the door to get her She was holding hands with Trevor Not the greatest feeling ever Said, "Pull yourself

I can't handle no liquor But these bitches can't handle me I can't control my niggas And my niggas they can't control me You say you know me, my nigga But you really just know the old me Callin' up your uncle's place Shit's all over the place I don't

They'll take me out at dawn and I will die There won't be time to share our love for we must say goodbye Oh, Grace just hold me in your arms and let this moment linger With all my love I'll place this wedding ring upon your finger As we gather in the

Hey, let me in Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, all those stars drip down like butter Promises are sweet We hold out our pans, lift our hands to catch them We eat them up, drink them up, up, up, up I only wish that I could hear you whisper down Mister fisherman,

Hey baby, I'm a country man Hey, I'm a country man A city boy can't do the things I can You need hands, rough not soft To come and warm you up up in that cold hayloft Let me hold you little darling in my big strong arms Can't get these kind of muscles

Keep living loud and proud They never can hold you down Everything that I say won't mean anything less When I'm down in a grave And you've put me to rest This is for the kids with the beaten in lips Whose parents try to shut them up using their fists