(feat. Mercedes Martinez) [Mercedes Martinez] When I think about perfect times I think about yesterday You can asked me about the future I don't know what to say Tomorrow's story's unknown So listen It's almost anyone's guess Unwritten When I think about perfect times I think about yesterday You can ask me about the future I don't know what to say It's almost anyone's guess [Black Thought] Yo It was a cold night Not cold like the winter Just cold like a energy was in the air I generally don't like The driver had to dip, so he left me in the whip Turned around and said, ("You know you're on your own, right?") [PAUSE] I'm the zone like There's pictures on the wall of my own life Just like a drive-in Only it's live, and this a montage of the places I been My sixth sense taste the problem The sus-pense had my heart racin', throbbin' Just like a young punk with a tape revolver Pointed at the driver of a car, faced to rob him The cigarettes chased the vodka The ***** just chased the dream but won't taste the monster The son won't face the father The gun won't erase the drama While you're waitin', the time's up [GUN COCKS]
(feat. Mercedes Martinez) [Mercedes Martinez] When I think about perfect times I think about yesterday You can asked me about the future I don't know what to say Tomorrow's story's unknown So listen It's almost anyone's guess Unwritten When I think about perfect times I think about yesterday You can ask me about the future I don't know what to say It's almost anyone's guess [Black Thought] Yo It was a cold night Not cold like the winter Just cold like a energy was in the air I generally don't like The driver had to dip, so he left me in the whip Turned around and said, ("You know you're on your own, right?") [PAUSE] I'm the zone like There's pictures on the wall of my own life Just like a drive-in Only it's live, and this a montage of the places I been My sixth sense taste the problem The sus-pense had my heart racin', throbbin' Just like a young punk with a tape revolver Pointed at the driver of a car, faced to rob him The cigarettes chased the vodka The ***** just chased the dream but won't taste the monster The son won't face the father The gun won't erase the drama While you're waitin', the time's up [GUN COCKS]
