โหลดเพลง mp3 Talking To My Diary - Dr. Dre

Talking To My Diary (日记密语) - Dr. Dre
I just need y'all to try to bear with me for a minute
While I talk about the pages of my diary

Listen up

I remember when I got started my intention was to win
But a lot of sh*t changed since then
Some more friends became enemies in the quest of victory
But I made a vow never let this sh*t get to me
I let it pass so I consider that part of my history
And I'm strong financially physically
Mentally I'm on a whole 'nother level
And don't forget that I came from the ghetto
Sold a new house for my moms that's special
I let you going shopping till your feet get tired
Then a new Benz just for you to ride in
When I didn't have it you provided
Don't be surprised that I built an enterprise
And my house got a view of the city like a highrise
I'm just talking to my diary I'm just talking to my diary
When I open up my book I think about the world later
No ink in the pen no lines on the paper
I'm just I'm just I'm just talking to my diary
I'm just I'm just I'm just talking to my diary
Sometimes when I got a lot of sh*t on my mind
I'm just staring at the sky you probably thinkin' I'm high
I'm just I'm just I'm just talking to my diary
I'm just I'm just I'm just talking to my diary
Now puff-puff-pass got a ni**a having flashbacks
I remember how it used to be

Now my money like NASDAQ my checks you can cash that
I remember how it used to be
I used to be a starving artist so I would never starve an artist
This is my passion it's where my heart is
It gets the hardest when I think about the dearly departed
Like the ni**a I started with
I know Eazy can see me now looking down through the clouds
And regardless I know my ni**a still proud
It's been a while since we spoke but you still my folks
We used to sit back laugh and joke
Now I remember when we used to do all-nighters
You in the booth and Cube in the corner writing
Where Ren at Shout out to my ni**a Yella
Damn I miss that
Sh*t a ni**a having flashbacks
When I open up my book I think about the world later
No ink in the pen no lines on the paper
I'm just I'm just I'm just talking to my diary
I'm just I'm just I'm just talking to my diary
Sometimes when I got a lot of sh*t on my mind
I'm just staring at the sky you probably thinkin' I'm high
I'm just I'm just I'm just talking to my diary
I'm just I'm just I'm just talking to my diary