LYRICS GAME

In a black photo album with a silver button

I keep all these pictures in my head

I still remember when I was young and wild on the block

I hold on to those pictures in my head

In a black photo album with a silver button

I keep all these pictures in my head

I remember when we chilled in the loft for the first time

I hold on to those pictures in my head

It was once upon a time, long, long ago

32 years ago, when Mom was pregnant, she's screaming

'Cause I'm coming!

I was so cute with no hair on my sack

But that'll grow, just wait and see

I grew up in the East till I was nine

Orange light and gray houses

Then the jump into new land

I can't say only good things about that decision

'Cause it wasn't always easy for the three of us to get a foothold here

But everything just turned out that way and my father

I don't wanna talk about him, I expect nothing anymore

I didn't wanna believe anybody, trusted only a few faces

Nights outside, my eyes knew nothing but streetlights

Preserved and archived, I stored it

Initialed and numbered so it's easy for me

Even if the memory slowly fades

At least I know exactly where to find it

In a black photo album with a silver button

I keep all these pictures in my head

I still remember when I was young and wild on the block

I hold on to those pictures in my head

In a black photo album with a silver button

I keep all these pictures in my head

I remember when we chilled in the loft for the first time

I hold on to those pictures in my head

Back then in the yard with Bobby and all

This rap thing, our new hobby and all

And this weed thing, 2 grams on credit and all

We dreamed we'd be celebs and all

I put on the Jordans with the holes and played a game of basketball

In the smokers' corner Jamal stood at the stake

Did we have fun back then? Guess

But we didn't paint the school wall just for fun

Uni didn't fit my world, not even half a semester

We needed cash, we were rebels, thought we knew better

We hung around and made music

The mic in the closet, we knew it'd work

And now it's preserved and archived, I've stored it

Initialed and numbered so it's easy for me

Even if the memory slowly fades

At least I know exactly where to find it

In a black photo album with a silver button

I keep all these pictures in my head

I still remember when I was young and wild on the block

I hold on to those pictures in my head

In a black photo album with a silver button

I keep all these pictures in my head

I remember when we chilled in the loft for the first time

I hold on to those pictures in my head

In my black photo album with the silver button

Lots of pictures of a dude with a silver head

And lots of pictures of good friends and friends who turned into enemies

Of cars with 1000 hp and chicks with hot curves

Of parties, of concerts, of the breaks, of the doctors

Of report cards, from the last up to the first

I've got pictures from the holidays, pictures of my grandpa

I was so damn sad when he died

But I preserved and archived it, I've stored it

Initialed and numbered so it's easy for me

'Cause I know things won't run smooth for me forever

But what stays with me is the memory

In a black photo album with a silver button

I keep all these pictures in my head

I still remember when I was young and wild on the block

I hold on to those pictures in my head

In a black photo album with a silver button

I keep all these pictures in my head

I remember when we chilled in the loft for the first time

I hold on to those pictures in my head

I still remember

I still remember