Letra da Música Unwritten de The Roots

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 is 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 said you know you 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 it’s a montage of the places I've been
My sixth sense taste the problem
the suspense had my heart racing throbbin
Just like a young punk
with a taped revolver pointed at the driver of a car face to rob him
The cigarettes chase the vodka
the nigga just chased the dream but wont chase the monster the son wont face the father
the gun wont erase the drama
why you wait till your time’s up?