The Roots Feat. Mercedes Martinez Up There (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 in 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 chased the vodka
The nigga just chased the dream but won't taste the monster
The son won't face the father, the gun won't erase the drama
While you're waitin', the time's up