Lyrics Polaroid - Melanin 9, Karl Sage, Walterwarm

Polaroid

The finger snaps the frame to the eye a fraction seen
The world stops between the lens before we catch the dream
From bagging green, breaking down boxes to purchase villas
My girl went iller saw my first before she birthed the mirror
The kerb with sinners liquor merged beneath the bourbon zipper
Feds swerve with clips that burst they wish the purge to kill us
Disturbed visions of my vicious art, with precision script the craft
Every pixel is a distance image past
From dipping class to chopping weights shift in top estates
Some adopted Ks clicking Glocks where helicopters chase
We fostered hate pocket blades scrape Courvois and haze
Want my face to glisten with precision on the frosted chain
My (?) became to study gods with the exulted ploy
Shops open boys, feds watch like Shoguns poised
We swipe for stolen droids vivid like a polaroid
Descriptive photos of a violent bipolar boy
Now where do I start where do I go
They say the images we take steal a piece of our soul
She’s pretty in the pictures but inside she’s hollow
Look inside and get your third eye lens in control
Now where do I start where do I go
They say the images we take steal a piece of our soul
Dodging the police for the dough in the belly of the beast
That we roam got us losing our control
The stargazer, Allah script the parchment paper
Scarred like (?) dark liquor guava chaser
I’m a calm embracer fast in Saddam with geisha
Part the glacier masked in the dark Fantasia
My arms equator filled with black paints (?) gods
Ice planets around my wrist beneath a woven cloth
The young disposed inside a spliff before they focus rots
Evictions open (?) stick you from ferocious plots
I paint spirits with pens spill the ink and leave a print on your lens
Split the image with a cynic pretence
Stick your bitch with her promiscuous friends
Polar boy pics my scripts where the pernicious offend
I could vividly blend a cold nexus from my penmanship
From these dirty steps where I developed all my negatives
Seen through an opaque lens from the age is ten
Learn that pictures paint a thousand words when I scrape the pen
Now where do I start where do I go
They say the images we take steal a piece of our soul
She’s pretty in the pictures but inside she’s hollow
Look inside and get your third eye lens in control
Now where do I start where do I go
They say the images we take steal a piece of our soul
Dodging the police for the dough in the belly of the beast
That we roam got us losing our control
Now where do I start where do I go
They say the images we take steal a piece of our soul
Now where do I start where do I go
They say the images we take steal a piece of our soul