Joe Budden Dear Diary (Produced By WMS Sultan) Lyrics
            The soundtrack to my life is like CNN first sh*t
            Images like CNN but worse sh*t
            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 n____, Dirk gon' choke
            Some people confide in the person that they sleep with
            I've learned there's no such thing as a secret (oh)
            I can't describe the feeling I get
            You was riding shotgun, I was wheeling the whip
            sh*t, I even let you rock out
            Being Bill Belichick, tapin' from the sidelines, stealin' my sh*t
            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
            sh*t IS BOUND TO BREAK UP LIKE A POOL TABLE
            So wack dudes'll start feeling like the sh*t
            And you thinkin' it's you, its really where you sit
            Or maybe you was neglected
            'Cause when you take the front down and strip a n____ naked, he's 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, sh*t, you not chill
            I thought you had some ...
            fu*k the fake sh*t, I'm really feel that you tryna screw me
            And you a little smarter than the average dude
            So it took a n____ just a little longer to see
            They tried to warn me, fought with my girl erry night about you
            sh*t 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 I'll erase the history and act like we never met
            Become done giving a fu*k and done calling
            I got your e-mail, I was done way before then (oh)
            Dear Diary, I don't wanna keep sh*t inside of me
            I'd rather just speak to you privately
            Maybe its my mood, as far as I can see
            There's really no point in having this guy with me
            Change from the days of us getting in your truck
            It's bigger than one song, it's bigger than a buck
            It's bigger than me, bigger than buck
            Bigger than voodoo, its bigger than luck, sh*t, it's bigger than us
            I always call n____s 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 cant reach 'em
            If n____s ain't as hungry as you then why feed 'em?
            n____s ain't tryna be lead then why lead 'em?
            Having big problems with your dogs, why breed em?
            I'll keep my part up, keep my guard up
            Was like Thundercats but changed faster than Cheetara
            This 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 k___ we all going through the door, I ain't coming back for y'all
            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 sh*t
            To know it's no thrills
            For real, a n____ still beefin' with his baby momma (BUT!)
            Only thing my baby ain't a baby no more
            Hit her on MySpace, maybe she ain't 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 he's 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 F*CKING WITH HER PSYCHE?
            Is she wrong using him so I can come back? (or)
            Or am I wrong for wishing I COULD GET MY c__ BACK?
            Looking for sun, all I see is the hail
            How I'm gon' trust? All I see is betrayal
            It's like they keep trying more and more to subdue me
            And only you understand, signed by yours truly
        
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