Текст The Roots – Unwritten

Mercedes Martinez
When I think about perfect times
I think about yesterday
You can asked me about the future

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