Lyrics:
For your mind
Perfect snapshot to always rewind
Golden buttered jam golden buttered jam
For your slam
Remember it in your synapse diagram
a snapshot, its a drunk text, you should be here
It's the right song, a six string shifting our gears
It's bare feet on the table top
It's lights come on but
a guy whose love was true
And then I saw a snapshot and I guess you know
The picture was of you
Keep on crying crocodile tears
Tell your story, sob
The memory caught in that snapshot stopped my heart
February 14th, you're wearing the ring
Your yes is one minute old
Well I'm rambling on
I should let you
I'm taking down the photo
The one you left for me
It tears me up too much
To watch you smile endlessly
A snapshot from our love life
Watches me here
doin' Jag shots, avoidin' the snapshots
I ain't tryin' to take flicks, lookin' for back shots
P-O-L-O down, bucks on with the ascot
All from
up here
The snapshot is all tiles and red walls
Down at the squatter's camps they cannot compete
The shepherd has been bound up by his hands and his
the beat
The shit I spit is a snapshot of the street
You can see the crack spot in the backdrop
The heat in the stash box of the black drop
You wonder
I picture us together
Framed in gold leaf
On the mantle with the others
One big happy family
But that snapshot can't be found
And I don't trust
Supreme, Yeah, Yeah)
Side to side...
[Verse 1] {Talib Kweli}
'Bout to slap box with the beat
The shit I spit is a snapshot of the street
You can see
Click! Snapshot, to me your rap's not
That hot like a fat rock off a crack spot
In the back got a stable,
That's able to crack a bitch with
cantelope
For the venom in my python spit
It ain't no antidote
Jackpot from crack blocks
I was a man of dope
Snapshots to get your camera broke
You hoes
and me
Yesterday I flicked through the snapshots we
Kept to remember the tender times
Each little picture and each little memory should bring back a smile
to your scapegoat
that's what i say
he tells you everyone is stupid
that's what he thinks!
snapshots
make a girl look cheap
like a tongue extended
a droptop
Make me use me Blackberry take a snapshot
Gyal, add up da sums yah, petty maths that
Your tight pussy + fi mi fat cock =
Pussy open when cocky
leaned out the window
For that last little cheesecake snapshot
And as he looked through the camera, he had to slowly take the camera
Down, and turn his
world won't be the same
Won't be the same, Lord
Snapshot lightning, silhouette expressions,
Monumental faces in the flesh of Cypress trees
It's a trap
That much is plain
Still,maybe send snapshots
Of all your sweet pain
Playing tortuous games
It goes: Lense, light, fame
Read my names
were getting back on the bus and she leaned out the window
For that last little cheesecake snapshot
And as he looked through the camera, he had
Sueleen, tell me a secret Sueleen
You shouldn't be hidin' things away from me
Don't you know I'm king jealousy
And I can't forget the snapshots
To be lonely is my only trust
In my silent movies
I can expose my lust
Taking snapshots in the light
That I do recall when I retire
Playing
behind
And I'll click my snapshot camera
At exactly the right time
Shoot back over my shoulder
Catch the fear no one can hide
When we tip the top
Snapshot lightning, monumental expressions
Silhouette faces in the flesh of Cypress trees and killing vines
Naked in the mud, girl
Let's sling a little
life is not a snapshot, it might take a little time
But you'll see the bigger picture
Once you feel the weight of glory
All your pain will fade
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