[Verse 1: Slug]

Stare through your little square and focus

Ready, set, action, flash, capture the moment

This ain't life, it's more like a composition

The dirt'll make 'em look, the funk'll make 'em wanna listen

Working to make a living to make it work

Still distracted by the accidents, Adidas and the skirts

It all hurts so good, couldn't believe we took the time to scream

Get the fuck off the stage, bitch, we need the wood!

Hey love, that's the signal, take a breath

Put your gun to my head, put my soul between your breasts

Pull the trigger, bust a shot, watch the life go soft

Left for dead (?), wipe it off on the tablecloth

Have another drink for all the blood and ink that's spilled

Covering up the blueprint for what they think they've built

And look at all the dirt on these pale hands

You're damn right I make love to my female fans

Exhibit A for the way they wish that they could live it

Maybe on some other day I'll find a place to take a minute

Caught somewhere between a laptop and the jackpot

Now say cheese, living in a snapshot

[Hook: Slug]

Do you even know

What you look at?

Let me breathe and grow

Until I'm put back

I won't bring no wrong

Let me sit here

I'll just sing my song

Take your picture

[Verse 2: Slug]

The day is like a drumbeat, doesn't feel complete

If some drama doesn't come along to interrupt the sunbeams

Someone said that it's a wonderful life

And if you disagree then someone isn't fucking you right

Attractive is the head but the expression looks dead

Let's blame it on the music, the movies, and the books read

I'm just a cynic but I believe what the cook said

The main ingredient for most beef is bread

Shed the skin, come join the caper

Point it at your neighbor, take the coins and paper

Won't settle for less than a purpose

Hold your breath until this picture is perfect

[Scratching bridge of a sample saying "Take your picture"]

[Hook: Slug]

Do you even know

What you look at?

Let me breathe and grow

Until I'm put back

I won't bring no wrong

Let me sit here

I'll just sing my song

Take your picture

[Verse 3: Slug]

From Lucy Ford to Lucifer to Larry Flynt

She said "Fuck America! but god bless the Americans"

Staring at the female, spare me all the details

It may kill me but it won't bury me in retail

That little light can't eliminate the red (?)

I don't fight I just inebriate the head

And sing about the monster, write songs for her

I'll keep doing wrong until I'm drawn and quartered

Take what you can from this still life

And wear a smile on your grill like it feels right

Look at me, look at she, look at he

Booka B break it down so I can hear myself see

When Armageddon comes it'll be a videogame

These kids'll know the codes and they'll stop it in a week

Someone'll find the drums everyone overlooked

Sample it, chop it, flip it and drop it to the beat

From the space that I take, to the way that I talk

Might make you stop to wonder what rock I came from under

But which face you g'on make, coach, player, or mascot?

Yea, hold that pose, living in a snapshot

[Hook: Slug]

Do you even know

What you look at?

Let me breathe and grow

Until I'm put back

I won't bring no wrong

Let me sit here

I'll just sing my song

Take your picture