Bilder Im Kopf
Sido
Pictures in My Head
In a black photo album with a silver button
I keep all these pictures in my head, I still remember
Back when I was young and wild in the hood
I hold onto these pictures in my head
In a black photo album with a silver button
I keep all these pictures in my head, I still remember
When we first hung out in the loft
I hold onto these pictures in my head
Once upon a time, a long, long time ago
32 years back when Mom was pregnant, she screamed
'Cause here I come
I was so cute without hair on my sack
But that’ll grow in, just wait and see
I grew up in the East until I was nine
Orange light and gray buildings
Then the leap into new territory
I can’t just leave the decision with good things
'Cause it wasn’t always easy for the three of us to settle down
But everything just turned out this way and my dad
I don’t want to talk about him, I expect nothing more
I didn’t trust any faith, just a few faces
Out at night, my eyes only knew streetlights
Preserved and archived, I’ve saved it all
Paraphrased 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
Back when I was young and wild in the hood
I hold onto these pictures in my head
In a black photo album with a silver button
I keep all these pictures in my head, I still remember
When we first hung out in the loft
I hold onto these pictures in my head
Back then on the block with Bobby and the crew
This rap thing, our new hobby and all
And this weed thing, two grams in the ride and all
We dreamed we’d be a celebrity and all
I put on the Jordans with the holes and then shot some hoops
In the smoking area, Jamal was at the corner
Did we have fun back then? Guess what
But we didn’t just paint the school desks for kicks
College didn’t fit in my world, not even half a semester
We needed cash, we were rebels, we knew better
We hung out and made music
The mic in the closet, we knew it would work
And now it’s preserved and archived, I’ve saved it all
Paraphrased 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
Back when I was young and wild in the hood
I hold onto these pictures in my head
In a black photo album with a silver button
I keep all these pictures in my head, I still remember
When we first hung out in the loft
I hold onto these pictures in my head
In my black photo album with the silver button
Are many pictures of a guy with a silver head
And many pictures of good friends and friends who became foes
Of cars with 1000 horsepower and girls with killer curves
Of parties, of concerts, of the breaks, of the doctors,
From the report cards, the last to the first,
I have pictures from the holidays, pictures of my grandpa
I was so damn sad when he passed away
But I preserved and archived it, I’ve saved it all
Paraphrased and numbered so it’s easy for me
'Cause I know for sure things won’t always go my way
But what I have left is the memory
In a black photo album with a silver button
I keep all these pictures in my head, I still remember
Back when I was young and wild in the hood
I hold onto these pictures in my head
In a black photo album with a silver button
I keep all these pictures in my head, I still remember
When we first hung out in the loft
I hold onto these pictures in my head.
