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letra de polaroids - emmitt james

[verse 1: emmitt james]
check
uh, this is real rap, can you picture that
polaroid on your forehead, now get a glimpse of that
never be the same after you see your momma smoking crack
until she sober up and you try to forget about the past
but that made me stronger
’cause no matter what, we never went a day hungry
now let the church say “amen,” thank god for that
but on the other hand, i got friends who want they momma back
yeah i’m different, i know, call me crazy for short
i took them gl-sses off ’cause i ain’t getting bullied no more
but take a look at this, peep the polaroid
i was prom prince, i’m reminiscing now
remember b and v, remember bein’ free
or alexis, yeah, the one with the bad knows
so don’t try to act like you know the boy
if you ain’t take none of them polaroids

[verse 2: dee phr3sh]
i’m high, picturing in depth
picturing my life which means i’m picturing my death
tryna picture what is left, i’m tryna picture what is right
don’t wanna make the wrong move and draw closer to the paper
make it stretch like cartoons, me and moms movin’
made me wanna hear that car soon
and k!ll every man she ever even thought to talk to
takin’ advantage, took the stove
but never took the light, he took the fridge
but still i kept my cool, ’cause he could take my life
i used to take it wrong but now i take it right
ain’t never been a dumb n—a
i ran, but now i run n—-s
take stands but never tell
man, they called when i was twelve
gave me bars, but never jail
link with jan and link with vonnie
team 100 was cold as h-ll
had to sober, never jail
then she was gone, never to return
i ushered memories into confessions, had to let it burn
and now i yearn for diamond-coated yurns
for my n—-s, it’s my turn
to get bigger and colder, dog, i’m on them polaroids

[verse 3: emmitt james]
uh, they say a picture’s worth a thousand words
well i’m the first to go to college in my family, word
we really black hippies but they call us nerds
we the new beats and these are cyphers on the curb
this is for my homie g smith, souls rest in peace until i see him again
i put my heart in this music so my people could live
but i guess death wins in the end
crazy, crazy, crazy

- emmitt james

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