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 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 chase the vodka the nigga just chase the dream but won t chase the monster the son won t face the father the gun won t erase the drama why you wait til my time s up 1