(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]