Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Polaroid Picture, artist - Slaine. Album song The Boston Project, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 15.04.2013
Record label: Suburban Noize
Song language: English
Polaroid Picture |
| Before my prime |
| I took the orange line |
| With my stuff kicks |
| Sometimes dusty |
| I fantasize of having plush whips |
| Romanticize on world tours |
| Day dreams are interrupted |
| Buy colds nights and frosty women yeah the one who suck dick |
| My culture being high drugs, liquor and gambling |
| Fist fighting with hot heads, pushing powder or flanagans |
| Mush is betting outlandishing |
| Trying but they cannot win |
| Danny got scared he lost a grand and brought his hand gun in |
| I close my eyes and I can still remember Janets grin |
| Before she was junkie in the halfway house my aunt is in |
| How do I tell these stories, feels like I can’t begin |
| Living is salty when my grandma got her cancer |
| Jimmy taught me how to be a man |
| Throwing punches, paying rent |
| I stay determined for one day I’ll be the main event |
| The past it move fast, every day I came and went |
| All I got is my memories 'cause I can never save a cent |
| I don’t need a photograph |
| I got these memories in my head |
| And you don’t even know the half |
| So used to the way I live |
| And I always remember |
| I never could forget where I came from |
| And I always remember |
| Forever like a Polaroid picture |
| I’ve been reading all the signs |
| I’ve been speaking from my mind |
| I’ve been drinking all the time |
| That’s what they say |
| Might’ve broke a couple hearts |
| Broke a couple laws |
| When you up against the odds |
| J the S, live from the land of hope and dreams |
| Where archangels fly with broken wings |
| Smoke screens can steal the lives |
| Emcees Stealing rhymes, OC’s stealing lives |
| Friends I used to admire, Expire in his junkies |
| Begging for change and for the donkeys that haunts me |
| Like the ghost of XPO cancer in his stomach and lungs |
| Stole my friend he was barely 31 |
| You know we the one, and reffer ease my mind |
| Haters never see me they just see me on my grind |
| Never bite my tongue son I need to speak my mind |
| We on the same page I just read between the lines |
| I don’t need a photograph |
| I got these memories in my head |
| And you don’t even know the half |
| So used to the way I live |
| And I always remember |
| I never could forget where I came from |
| And I always remember |
| Forever like a Polaroid picture |
| (Verse:3 Dutch Rebelle) |
| Kept the skully low on doobie |
| For those who thought they knew me |
| My life is like a movie |
| When these actors write their script wrong |
| Sick of getting did wrong |
| So I kept my pace in this race |
| Blowing' by ‘em like the officers I dipped on |
| Water for cornflakes, Stirring coco powder |
| Check cowards by the hour |
| They clamming up like chowder |
| My concepts are hard steps |
| Long leaps, hard turns |
| Real pains that I’ve learned |
| I’ve lost but I’ve earned |
| The right to roam the night |
| Gripped the bottle tight |
| Wickedness in everything I write |
| Peak into my life |
| Couple times I had to duck right |
| Had to block a jab, Tap into my temple when I write |
| Mix it in the lab |
| Cause I’ve been battling demons |
| But still over achieving, Few deaths |
| They have my grieving in church |
| I’m sneaking freezing |
| Let my mother say my prayers 'cause I’m living in hell |
| Cause if I don’t belong in heaven then I’m happy I fell |
| I don’t need a photograph |
| I got these memories in my head |
| And you don’t even know the half |
| So used to the way I love |
| And I always remember |
| I never could forget where I came from |
| And I always remember |
| Forever like a Polaroid picture |