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Unwritten

Artist: The Roots
Year: 2008
Updated: 5 years ago

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.


Lost Desire

Artist: The Roots
Year: 2008
Updated: 5 years ago

It's the lump in your heart. Or the pain in your mind. No one cares what the truth is. Cause a fortress built on lies. . I'm exhausted but I never ever forfeit.



Livin' In A New World

Artist: The Roots
Year: 2006
Updated: 5 years ago

Turn up the boombox, put on your hightops. Come on outside, today's gon' be the day we. Start livin in the new worrrld. . Related. . The Best Karaoke Songs Ever, Ranked.


Criminal

Artist: The Roots
Year: 2008
Updated: 5 years ago

Monday they predict the storm. Tuesday they predict the bad. Wednesday they cover the grass. And I can see it's all about cash. And they got the nerve to hunt down my ass.


Becoming Unwritten

Artist: The Roots
Year: 2008
Updated: 5 years ago

The son won't face the father. . The gun won't erase the drama. . While you're waitin' the time's up. . Related. . Songs You Love If You Love Nerds. .


I Remember

Artist: Game
Year: 2012
Updated: 5 years ago

Its been a long damn time since a nigga sold dope. But if you put a brick right in front of me, I remember. Bakin soda and a triple beam, I remember. Blow the fully auto magazine, I remember.


Let It Be

Artist: Jill Scott
Year: 2007
Updated: 7 years ago

What do I do. If its Hip Hop if its bebop reggaeton of the. Metronome. In your car in your dorm nice and warm. whatever form. If Classical Country Mood Rhythm &.


Unwritten

Artist: Yearning
Year: 2007
Updated: 8 years ago

Hark!. Whence chant of thine. Starlit frames. Tunes witheld the same. That oceans strive. Through this time. Falling for our dying grace. Fading sunset paints a woodlands face.


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