Paint Won’t Hold Us (v2)

Lyrics

Hey!
Whoa, oh, oh, oh.
Hey!
They sketched our face at the corner store.
Wet paint breathing through the concrete floor.
Cap on the ledge, gold chain in the rain.
The artist stepped back, then we moved in the frame.
Bar by bar, our mouth found sound.
Pressure climbed when the sirens came around.
Old name cracking in the weather coat.
We tore through the outline and took the whole road.
Paint won't hold us.
Say it loud.
Paint won't hold us.
Shake the crowd.
From the mural wall, we walk into the storm
and make the whole district sing our name.
Hey!
Uh-oh.
Hey!
Uh-oh.
We hit the avenue with color on our hands.
Spray mist rising like a front across the land.
Billboards blink as our verses collide.
Every painted back up dancer steps outside.
The land no sense.
Freeze!
The thunder says, go!
We leave old portraits under pressure below.
No more pose for the past to frame.
We take the mural over yesterday's name.
Paint can't hold us.
Say it loud.
Paint can't hold us.
Move the crowd.
From brick to sky, we become the weather.
And every living wall releases us.
Together!
Hey!
Uh-oh.
Hey!
Uh-oh.