Polaroids

[Verse 1]
Summer time shine demands the proper attire
Cool threads cannot extinguish my burning desire
Withholding the fire, call me Prometheus
I'm just living my rebellion. No worries for consequence
Style like Guile. Sonic boom into your ears
So I'm the mos def and most dope out of my peers
This isn't clever for the sake of clever, none of that nonsense
This is straight streamlined direct from the conscious
More gold than Jeremy Piven's boasts
I'm a given toast on a driven boat rocking a Gatsby Linen Coat
Miss Daisy, it's the way you make me feel
Too thrilling as I'm spilling my emotions on this reel
A girl named Billie wanted into my jeans
I told her to beat it, but I felt too bad, it was a bit mean
Still, I'm living so delinquent: so smooth criminal
I'm the King and the Jester: goes without subliminal

[CHORUS]
no time for cameras
we’ll use our eyes instead
no time for cameras
we’ll be gone when we’re dead
no time for cameras
we’ll use our eyes instead
I see flashes of gold

[Verse 2]
Feet hit the pavement just like a prizefighter
So on top of the words: call me the highlighter
Who you know that's politer? I'm betting no one
Chasing me like track athletes: go run
But I'm just a wanderer with no particular direction
And who is way too fond of the word perfection
With a disposition more sunny than Liston's
I'm just hoping that you all listen when I glisten
Fired up like pistons, the keys is in the ignition
Ring on my belt loop, they jingle like holiday traditions
Every step sounds a lot like success I guess
Addressed like I'm blessed to impress and yes
I look better in real life, but not too bad in pictures
Crack open my head and let's break out the mixtures
Do it yourself chemistry, ready, set, go bubble
Constantly in my element, there's no need for rebuttal 

[CHORUS]
no time for cameras
we’ll use our eyes instead
no time for cameras
we’ll be gone when we’re dead
no time for cameras
we’ll use our eyes instead
I see flashes of gold

[Verse 3]
Memories are moving too quickly to simply just capture
Write it down in the history books in our chapter
The last thing we'll do is try to remember the times
No pennies for my thought. No change for dimes
Soundtrack pumping loud in the background
Lense-flare as we run across the tracks, sunset, to look profound
A shimmering ocean filled with diamonds on the surf
One last golden drop until it's swallowed by the Earth

[CHORUS] X2
no time for cameras
we’ll use our eyes instead
no time for cameras
we’ll be gone when we’re dead
no time for cameras
we’ll use our eyes instead
I see flashes of gold