Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pictures , by - Illy. Song from the album Long Story Short, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 24.08.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: illy
Song language: English
Pictures |
| Footprints in the sand, change of plans |
| Make a new one, take my hand |
| We’re young, we’re live |
| Chasing the memories, not enough time |
| So I keep a picture in my wallet of you, you, you, you, you |
| Footprints in the sand, change of plans |
| Make a new one, take my hand |
| We’re young, we’re live |
| Chasing the memories, not enough time |
| So I keep a picture in my wallet of you, you, you, you, you |
| White sands, crystal waters |
| Can you imagine a world without borders |
| Imagination don’t cave to gravity |
| These dreams pale this insane reality |
| Let the pressure come, we shine like a settin' sun |
| Like the good times never done |
| Snapshots with fella’s in Prague |
| Or a beach in spain, umbrella in the glass |
| Board shorts, long necks, cruise through the night |
| Summertime cowboys do what they like |
| Move like the tide, sure as there’s blue in the sky, the youth got my future on |
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| Heard pictures a thousand words but I guess that shit ain’t about a verse |
| So I made an album of photos, an album of music |
| And can’t figure which comes first |
| Footprints in the sand, change of plans |
| Make a new one, take my hand |
| We’re young, we’re live |
| Chasing the memories, not enough time |
| So I keep a picture in my wallet of you, you, you, you, you |
| Footprints in the sand, change of plans |
| Make a new one, take my hand |
| We’re young, we’re live |
| Chasing the memories, not enough time |
| So I keep a picture in my wallet of you, you, you, you, you |
| Yeah, from behind dark shades |
| Watch in the skies, man |
| Like the world in the future in my hands |
| What more can a young man ask for? |
| Good mates and stamps in a passport |
| Light joints on a lonely beach |
| With a beer and a feed while my hometown sleeps |
| It’s as real as it gets, I can’t fake a thing |
| I moved on but still start to take it in |
| I swear don’t care where I’m at |
| I’ll always have time for a laugh with the lads |
| I keep memories close to my cash |
| So I’m never too, too focused on that |
| And look, I heard pictures a thousand words |
| But I guess that shit ain’t about a verse |
| So I made a album of photos, an album of music |
| And can’t figure which comes first |
| Footprints in the sand, change of plans |
| Make a new one, take my hand |
| We’re young, we’re live |
| Chasing the memories, not enough time |
| So I keep a picture in my wallet of you, you, you, you, you |
| Footprints in the sand, change of plans |
| Make a new one, take my hand |
| We’re young, we’re live |
| Chasing the memories, not enough time |
| So I keep a picture in my wallet of you, you, you, you, you |