Talking to My Diary
[Intro]I just need y'all to try to bear with me for a minuteWhile I talk about the pages of my diary, listen up[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]I remember when I got started my intention was to winBut a lot of shit changed since thenSome more friends became enemies in the quest of victoryBut I made a vow, never let this shit get to meI let it pass, so I consider that part of my historyAnd I'm strong; financially, physicallyMentally I'm on a whole 'nother levelAnd don't forget that I came from the ghettoSold a new house for my moms, that's specialI let you going shopping 'til your feet get tiredThen a new Benz just for you to ride inWhen I didn't have it, you providedDon't be surprised that I built an enterpriseAnd my house got a view of the city like a highriseI'm just talking to my diaryI'm just talking to my diary
[Hook]When I open up my book, I think about the world laterNo ink in the pen, no lines on the paperI'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diaryI'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diarySometimes when I got a lot of shit on my mindI'm just staring at the sky, you probably thinkin' I'm highI'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diaryI'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary
[Bridge]Now puff-puff-pass got a nigga having flashbacksI remember how it used to beNow my money like NASDAQ, my checks you can cash thatI remember how it used to be
[Verse 2: Dr. Dre]I used to be a starving artist, so I would never starve an artistThis is my passion, it's where my heart isIt gets the hardest when I think about the dearly departedLike the nigga I started withI know Eazy can see me now, looking down through the cloudsAnd regardless, I know my nigga still proudIt's been a while since we spoke but you still my folksWe used to sit back, laugh and jokeNow I remember when we used to do all-nightersYou in the booth and Cube in the corner writingWhere Ren at? Shout out to my nigga YellaDamn, I miss that... shit, a nigga having flashbacks
[Hook]When I open up my book I think about the world laterNo ink in the pen, no lines on the paperI'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diaryI'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diarySometimes when I got a lot of shit on my mindI'm just staring at the sky, you probably thinkin' I'm highI'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diaryI'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary
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