| (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 nigga 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] |
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