The Roots, Mercedes Martinez - Unwritten lyrics

When I think about the good times
I think about yesterday
You can ask 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 the good 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

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?"
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 suspense 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 chase the vodka
The nigga just chase the dream
But won't chase the monster
The son won't face the father
The gun won't erase the drama
Why you wait 'til my time's up?