Joe Budden Dear Diary Lyrics

Mood Muzik 3: The Album Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Dear Diary
  • 2 Hiatus
  • 3 Family Reunion
  • 4 Get No Younger
  • 5 Un4given
  • 6 All of Me
  • 7 Long Way to Go
  • 8 Thou Shall Not Fall
  • 9 Ventilation
  • 10 Warfare
  • 11 Roll Call
  • 12 Secrets
  • 13 Send Him Our Love
  • 14 Star Inside Me
  • 15 Still in My Hood
  • 16 4 Walls
  • The soundtrack to my life is like CNN first shit
    Images like CNN but worse shit
    I would down the whole Pinot Gris
    But I'd see the Group Home without the Premo beats
    And it hurts my soul
    I'm a Warrior so though the odds is against a nigga Dirk gon choke
    Some people confide in the person that they sleep with
    Ive learned theres no such thing as a secret (oh)
    I can't describe the feeling I get
    You was riding shotgun I was wheeling the whip
    Shit I even let you rock out
    Being Bill Belichick tapin from the sidelines stealin my shit
    But dawg you was like a mini me
    Mocked me envied me turns out you was blowin hot air Kenny G
    But you was cool accepted you instantly
    Not a groupie but you had a few tendencies
    And though we share a few memories
    A couple wrong turns'll turn a friend to an enemy
    See phony people like phony people
    Even you could be mistaken if you phone these people
    Look when you invite the nerds to the cool table
    shit is bound to break up like a pool table Some wack dudes'll start feeling like the shit
    And you thinkin its you its really where you sit
    Or maybe you was neglected
    Cause when you take the front down and strip a nigga naked hes dying to be accepted (oh)
    I did that just the way you was
    Now you a stranger nothing like the way you was
    But uh you not real you not Rachel
    You not Worm you not Dill shit you not chill
    I thought you had some (?)
    fuck the fake shit I'm really feelin that you tryna screw me
    And you a lil smarter than the average dude
    So it took a nigga just a lil longer to see
    They tried to warn me fought with my girl every night about you
    shit only hurts cause she was right about you
    She run around wanting to shoot you the fair one
    I keep telling her chill I don't care none
    I got another side I never showed to you
    The side where everybody is disposable
    See relationships are never a threat
    Cause Ill erase the history and act like we never met
    Become done giving a fuck and done callin
    I got your e-mail I was done way before then (oh)
    Dear Diary I don't wanna keep shit inside of me
    Id rather just speak to you privately
    Maybe its my mood as far as I can see
    Theres really no point in having this guy with me
    Change from the days of us getting in your truck
    Its bigger than one song its bigger than a buck
    Its bigger than me bigger than buck
    Bigger than voodoo its bigger than luck shit its bigger than us
    I always call niggas fools for wanting to learn the hard way (when)
    When I'm really the fool for tryna teach'em
    When the blinds leading the blind you can't reach'em
    If niggas aint as hungry as you then why feed'em
    Niggas aint tryna be lead then why lead'em
    Having big problems with your dogs why breed'em
    Ill keep my part up keep my guard up
    Was like Thundercats but changed faster than Cheetara
    Just a small part of a larger issue
    Sometimes acceptance is so hard to get to
    But we all equal no one lower or above me
    I love my team just as much as they love me
    If not more
    If I turn the knob we all going through the door I aint coming back for yall
    The whole crew feel the same as me
    How could you ignore something so plain to see
    I'm being ig'nant that get on my nerves every minute
    What's plain to some is really Burberry printed
    Being so real sometimes is a slow kill
    We was one squad you broke out like Mike Schofield
    I want fillet mignon you want oatmeal
    Add up our differences equals up to no meal
    No mills yup no deal why you gotta chase shit
    To know its no thrills
    For real a nigga still beefin with his baby momma (BUT)
    Only thing my baby aint a baby no more
    Hit her on MySpace maybe she aint shady no more
    Sent old girl a message no reply but she read it
    Some things are so embedded and our heads is
    Looking for O's but get X's, dealing wit ya exes
    I was one long line away from the Tetris
    She sent me the L that sent me to hell
    To the point where I was ignoring my son
    I don't see him don't talk to him
    I don't greet him don't walk wit him
    But I pay for him like hes an object
    No matter how right I am in court I can't object
    Dear Diary how could she deny me
    How she go to bed without her fuckin wit her psyche
    Is she wrong using him so I can come back (or)
    Or am I wrong for wishing I could get my cum back
    Looking for sun all I see is the hail
    How I'm gon trust All I see is betrayal
    Its like they keep trying more and more to subdue me
    And only you understand signed by yours truly



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