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