[Mercedes Martinez] 
When I think about perfect times 
I think about yesterday 
You can asked 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 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 
Pointed at the driver of a car, faced to rob him 
The cigarettes chased the vodka 
The [bad word] 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 
[GUN [bad word]