It's 5 o'clock I'm just getting home
Romaing all my owe
What can I tell
Since we all straven
What can I tell
The soundtrack to my life is like CNN first shut
Images like CNN but worse shut
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***a
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
Shut I even let you rock out
Being Bill Belichick
Tapin' from the sidelines stealin' my shut
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
Shut is bound to break up like a pool table
So wack dudes'll start feeling like the shut
And you thinkin' it's you it's really where you sit
Or maybe you was neglected
'Cause when you take the front down and strip a n***a 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 shut you not chill
I thought you had some
F**k the fake shut
I'm really feel that you tryna screw me
And you a little smarter than the average dude
So it took a n***a just a little longer to see
They tried to warn me
Fought with my girl erry night about you
Shut 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 f**k and done calling
I got your e-mail I was done way before then oh
Dear Diary I don't wanna keep shut inside of me
I'd rather just speak to you privately
Maybe it's 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 it's bigger than luck
Shut it's 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 cant reach 'em
If niggas ain't as hungry as you then why feed 'em
Niggas 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 knob 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 shut
To know it's no thrills
For real a n***a still beefin' with his baby momma
But
Only thing my baby ain't a baby no more
Hit her on my space 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 with 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**king with 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
It's like they keep trying more and more to subdue me
And only you understand signed by yours truly
Ai Oh
Ai oh
Dear Diary - Joe Budden
