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(feat. Mercedes Martinez) [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 [Black Thought] |
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Yo 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?") [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 |
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I been 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 [GUN COCKS] |