| I just need y’all to try to bear with me for a minute
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| While I talk about the pages of my diary, listen up
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| I remember when I got started my intention was to win
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| But a lot of shit changed since then
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| Some old friends became enemies in the quest of victory
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| But I made a vow, never let this shit get to me
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| I let it pass, so I consider that part of my history
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| And I’m strong; |
| financially, physically
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| Mentally I’m on a whole 'nother level
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| And don’t forget that I came from the ghetto
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| Sold a new house for my moms, that’s special
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| I let you going shopping 'til your feet get tired
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| Then a new Benz just for you to ride in
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| When I didn’t have it, you provided
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| Don’t be surprised that I built an enterprise
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| And my house got a view of the city like a highrise
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| I’m just talking to my diary
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| I’m just talking to my diary
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| When I open up my book, I think about the world later
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| No ink in the pen, no lines on the paper
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| I’m just, I’m just, I’m just talking to my diary
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| I’m just, I’m just, I’m just talking to my diary
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| Sometimes when I got a lot of shit on my mind
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| I’m just staring at the sky, you probably thinkin' I’m high
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| I’m just, I’m just, I’m just talking to my diary
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| I’m just, I’m just, I’m just talking to my diary
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| Now puff-puff-pass got a nigga having flashbacks
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| I remember how it used to be
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| Now my money like NASDAQ, my checks you can cash that
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| I remember how it used to be
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| I used to be a starving artist, so I would never starve an artist
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| This is my passion, it’s where my heart is
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| It gets the hardest when I think about the dearly departed
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| Like the nigga I started with
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| I know Eazy can see me now, looking down through the clouds
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| And regardless, I know my nigga still proud
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| It’s been a while since we spoke but you still my folks
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| We used to sit back, laugh and joke
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| Now I remember when we used to do all-nighters
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| You in the booth and Cube in the corner writing
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| Where Ren at? |
| Shout out to my nigga Yella
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| Damn, I miss that… shit, a nigga having flashbacks
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| When I open up my book I think about the world later
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| No ink in the pen, no lines on the paper
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| I’m just, I’m just, I’m just talking to my diary
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| I’m just, I’m just, I’m just talking to my diary
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| Sometimes when I got a lot of shit on my mind
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| I’m just staring at the sky, you probably thinkin' I’m high
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| I’m just, I’m just, I’m just talking to my diary
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| I’m just, I’m just, I’m just talking to my diary |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Talking To My Diary, artist - Dr. Dre. Album song Compton, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп