| Before my prime
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| I took the orange line
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| With my stuff kicks
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| Sometimes dusty
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| I fantasize of having plush whips
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| Romanticize on world tours
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| Day dreams are interrupted
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| Buy colds nights and frosty women yeah the one who suck dick
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| My culture being high drugs, liquor and gambling
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| Fist fighting with hot heads, pushing powder or flanagans
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| Mush is betting outlandishing
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| Trying but they cannot win
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| Danny got scared he lost a grand and brought his hand gun in
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| I close my eyes and I can still remember Janets grin
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| Before she was junkie in the halfway house my aunt is in
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| How do I tell these stories, feels like I can’t begin
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| Living is salty when my grandma got her cancer
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| Jimmy taught me how to be a man
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| Throwing punches, paying rent
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| I stay determined for one day I’ll be the main event
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| The past it move fast, every day I came and went
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| All I got is my memories 'cause I can never save a cent
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| I don’t need a photograph
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| I got these memories in my head
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| And you don’t even know the half
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| So used to the way I live
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| And I always remember
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| I never could forget where I came from
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| And I always remember
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| Forever like a Polaroid picture
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| I’ve been reading all the signs
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| I’ve been speaking from my mind
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| I’ve been drinking all the time
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| That’s what they say
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| Might’ve broke a couple hearts
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| Broke a couple laws
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| When you up against the odds
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| J the S, live from the land of hope and dreams
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| Where archangels fly with broken wings
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| Smoke screens can steal the lives
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| Emcees Stealing rhymes, OC’s stealing lives
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| Friends I used to admire, Expire in his junkies
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| Begging for change and for the donkeys that haunts me
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| Like the ghost of XPO cancer in his stomach and lungs
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| Stole my friend he was barely 31
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| You know we the one, and reffer ease my mind
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| Haters never see me they just see me on my grind
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| Never bite my tongue son I need to speak my mind
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| We on the same page I just read between the lines
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| I don’t need a photograph
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| I got these memories in my head
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| And you don’t even know the half
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| So used to the way I live
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| And I always remember
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| I never could forget where I came from
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| And I always remember
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| Forever like a Polaroid picture
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| (Verse:3 Dutch Rebelle)
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| Kept the skully low on doobie
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| For those who thought they knew me
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| My life is like a movie
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| When these actors write their script wrong
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| Sick of getting did wrong
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| So I kept my pace in this race
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| Blowing' by ‘em like the officers I dipped on
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| Water for cornflakes, Stirring coco powder
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| Check cowards by the hour
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| They clamming up like chowder
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| My concepts are hard steps
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| Long leaps, hard turns
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| Real pains that I’ve learned
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| I’ve lost but I’ve earned
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| The right to roam the night
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| Gripped the bottle tight
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| Wickedness in everything I write
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| Peak into my life
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| Couple times I had to duck right
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| Had to block a jab, Tap into my temple when I write
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| Mix it in the lab
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| Cause I’ve been battling demons
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| But still over achieving, Few deaths
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| They have my grieving in church
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| I’m sneaking freezing
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| Let my mother say my prayers 'cause I’m living in hell
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| Cause if I don’t belong in heaven then I’m happy I fell
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| I don’t need a photograph
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| I got these memories in my head
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| And you don’t even know the half
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| So used to the way I love
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| And I always remember
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| I never could forget where I came from
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| And I always remember
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| Forever like a Polaroid picture |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Polaroid Picture , by - Slaine. Song from the album The Boston Project, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп