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?

Will a matchbox hold my clothes? But I woke up cold in hand Hey, sometimes I wonder, darling You know I haven't got so many You better pin'er up to your side Now, this tune should be easy for you to deal with All you gotta do is remember back home, You

I wanna know, I wanna know Hey-ey-ey, hey-ey-ey Where do we go, where do we go From hey-ey-ey, hey-ey-ey Why are you keeping me on hold Don't wanna leave this place alone Is it a yes or is it no (ahwoo) You're the one that I see waking up next to me And

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

I'm a soldier, these shoulders hold up so much They won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up I'm a soldier, even if my collar bone's crush or crumble Yo left, yo left, yo left Right, left I will never slip or stumble I will never stumble I'm a soldier,

Take me on and on Until the world has gone The stars that shine so brightly They call to me I dream of how it might be Somewhere far away The chains that hold you Those chains will soon be gone Sail upon the ocean

Hold up, they don't love you like I love you Slow down, they don't love you like I love you Back up, they don't love you like I love you Step down, they don't love you like I love you Can't you see there's no other man above you? What a wicked way to

Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked Hold up, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard Candles burning, money burning, graveyard these niggas Phantom parkin', big dawg barkin' hey Blood tales on me, oh-oh-oh-oh Shawty

Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it chill? Now hold up, shut up, who remembers my come up? Who remembers my protest when I had no full for my stomach? 'Cause if they don't remember, gonna kick their butt, them hoes remember me Hold on, shut up,

So hold up and, take it through the night And we should follow through, to make it alright Now grab each others' hands, get 'em all I wanna see you rock to the piano It's not hard, (it's not hard) But I'd rather make a song they can play on the radio