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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?