Photograph Songtext
von Hezekiah

Make me feel like, anything
I don′t wanna go out, in you, in you
Make me feel like, anything
I don't wanna go out, in you, in you
Put ′em on the glass
Let me take a photograph
Uh, put 'em on the glass
Let me take a photograph
Uh, put 'em on the glass
Let me take a photograph
Come on, pose for the flick, you′re so beautiful
Pose for the flick, in you, in you


Wasn′t a heartthrob before the boob job
Said she ain't like children, that′s why she got her tubes tied
Fuckin' with you guys ain′t nothin' but danger
Now she complainin′ 'cause I slang a stain on her Wranglers
Meanwhile, your baby mother dancin' for Pampers
Your mistress is holdin′ your wedding band for ransom
And Hall and Oatmeal eaters are anthem
Now bubble in the pants, she′s a go-go dancer
Used to do it for wing dinners, now her aim is a ring finger
B-ball to R&B singer, she after you bling blingers
She lock the door, poppin' up on all fours
She droppin′ her drawers, but what you goin' to war for?
(Stupid) And you bust off ′cause damn it was so soft
Stuck, you can't move it, now you know your arm off
She inhale, smoke in her lung
Blow smoke rings with her tongue, she′s still beautiful

Make me feel like, anything
I don't wanna go out, in you, in you
Make me feel like, anything
I don't wanna go out, in you, in you
Put ′em on the glass
Let me take a photograph
Uh, put ′em on the glass
Let me take a photograph
Uh, put 'em on the glass
Let me take a photograph
Come on, pose for the flick, you′re so beautiful
Pose for the flick, in you, in you


She sayin' she celibate and do it for self
If you celibate or bi-bitch, she said she don′t need help
She put her dildos back on the shelf
Put her phone on vibrate, kept callin' herself
Her corns on her hammertoe shaved off
Now she up in the dance hall dancin′ her ass off
So soft, such beautiful features
I could feed ya, leave ya, be a phantom up in the bleachers
Hold up, round up the divas, meet us down at the Fever
She a bleeder, you could leave her home 'cause we don't need her
This ain′t gon′ take long, so you could park at the meter
Tweeters, bass meters, all day she dream of Adidas
Spilt your beer 'cause her brassiere was sheer
We up in here, yeah, big booty chicken and beer
Show, fat chick like to have sex before
She half nude exposin′ her fallopian tubes
You're so beautiful, pose, click, you′re so beautiful
Pose for the flick, click, you're so beautiful
Pose for the flick, click, you′re so beautiful
Pose for the flick, click, you're so beautiful

Make me feel like, anything
I don't wanna go out, in you, in you
Make me feel like, anything
I don′t wanna go out, in you, in you
Make me feel like, anything
I don′t wanna go out, in you, in you